When Everette was most vulnerable, Lucien, his son, abandoned him. Years later, when he learned what Lucien had gone through, he was horrified to find his child among the homeless people he had attempted to assist. “Lucien, please. To make things better, we need to collaborate. One night, Everette informed his son, “We can keep our house if you obtain a part-time job and I work double shifts.” Regretfully, the single father’s life had not been nice or simple. He was going to lose the house he had worked so hard to obtain, and the past few years had been the hardest ever. But his eighteen-year-old son Lucien may start lending a hand instead of remaining home and playing video games after school. Lucien shot back, “The house is not my problem, Dad,” and carried on with his console game.
“If we lose this house, where precisely are you going to live?” Everette put his hands on his waist and requested. Lucien furrowed his brow. Here, you are the father. You must work things out. I am still in my senior year. I am not accountable for it!” “Kid, I have supported you for the last eighteen years of your life—including that mind-numbing computer game—since I began working at the age of fifteen. It is time to grow up now and put some effort into earning what you own! Would you want to have some food? Do you desire a place to live? You must go to work.” Everette lost his temper and yelled.
His child should not have to work as hard as he had since he was a young boy. But these days the economy was hard. These days, it appeared like one person could hardly eat on one paycheck, therefore Lucien needed to start understanding the need of working hard. But the eighteen-year-old also lost his cool. He stormed out of his room, dropping his Play station controller on the floor and grabbing his book bag. “Fine! I am heading out.” “You are not allowed to go!” Everette yelled, regretting his unforgiving demeanor. I am a grownup now, you remarked. I can come and go as I like, then.” He let out a scream from the entrance.
“Lucien, please. I require your assistance. All I needed was your assistance with a part-time work to keep this house. It will be yours after a few years of payments, and you will not have to worry about rent or anything else. I only want it for you, child. I am just having trouble right now,” the father said quietly. Seeing his kid threaten to go, all of his fury evaporated. “Please.” Lucien’s eyes seemed to be struggling inside as he pursed his lips. However, he raised his chin and turned to go, shutting the door behind him. Everette closed his eyes and gave himself a forehead rub. When he got back, he would try to explain things to his kid in a better way.