A deadly legacy it was for me, going home to meet the man I never loved, one I couldn’t call a father. The breaking news of my mother’s death was so alarming and Principal Martins told me to go home.
It’s been 5 years since I ever stepped my foot into my father’s exquisite mansion. My name is Wilson Benson, the only of Son of Mr. And late Mrs. Benson can’t still believe my loving mother, my strength and Aura is gone. I’ve always prayed for my father to die before my mother cause he’s a disgrace to fatherhood. I moved into a boarding school when I was 10 years old. He argued with my mum, that it would be better for me, and it would groom me up to be a man and also to live up to his legacy.
I've always wonder what this legacy he always brag about feels like, most especially at family and friends gathering. His friends will say “ He’s going to be a man some day, and he has to live up to your legacy”. I knew in my heart I will one day turn out to be a disappointment to all of them, but a success to me and my mum when I finally grow up to be a man not like my father, but a loving man and a caring father who takes care of his home and give honour to his wife and Children .
“Oh! Wilson my boy you have grown up so fast” He said as I walked into the sitting room. I received a warmth hug from him and realise that he’s usual frown that lays on his face was gone. I asked myself is this really the man that married my mum and calls himself my father.
He’s usually dull and arrogant with a touch of a toxic nature that runs through his veins. Receiving a hug and a warmth welcome was something I was not expecting. “Jeff take his bags upstairs” he said to the young man standing beside me. Sure this must be his new servant, I wondered what must have happened to Derick. He used to be my father’s right hand. Anyways I looked around, wouldn’t say I was admiring the house besides nothing had change except from the fact that my mother’s beautiful portrait on the wall was no longer there.
“What happened to Mum’s portrait on the wall?” I asked boldly. “Err!! The room needed some adjustments" he said “Nothing has changed except from the fact that you removed mother’s portrait from the wall, seems you can’t stand her innocent face which you tried to rub off all these years” I said and head for my room angrily as he sighed heavily. “I walked into my room seems nothing has changed at all. My favourite Marvel Posters of Super heroes were resting on the walls and my Iron man action figure by the drawer near my bed. Mum and I used to play with it back then. I really wish she was here to calm my pains and the burden because it’s too much for me to bear. As Jeff arranged my bags and clothes into the wardrobe, questions ravelled my head. “What was the cause of Mum’s death?”
I asked as I sat down on the bed. “It was a car accident, didn’t they tell you?” he said and went back to arranging the clothes. I knew something was off I just needed to finding the missing link
