Monday, May 4, 2009
What craziness is this?, my father bellowed as he held up the golden apple.
"It's a magical apple to help me find my true love."
You can't seriously believe that?, he groaned while holding the shiny apple like it was a diseased rotting piece of fruit one would toss straight into the trash bin.
It really was a magical apple or so the kindly old woman had said when I purchased it, but I dare not mention her to my father. I knew the look I would get. Dusty old second hand shops with old woman weren't the kind of places my father cared to visit and I'm positive he wouldn't want any son of his hanging out in such places either.
Always the skeptic my father, especially when it came to matters of the heart. I was 5 when my mother walked out on us. She had left with the clothes on her back and nothing else. One day I had a mom, the next nothing.
The old woman had assured me this was the magic I required for my search. It's not like I had traded a cow for some beans or followed a talking rabbit down a dark dank hole in the ground. I wasn't sitting around rubbing old dusty lamps in my spare time.