"I don't think you should leave him in suspense, Mum," I suggested.
"That's not my intention but don't forget your Father will pry information from you too, soon enough."
"And that is a promise," he added firmly. "Now, what sort is on your mind, Martha?"
"You have proved it," mum answered instantly. "Through and through, you have proved it."
"Proved what?" I asked confused.
"Open the journal, and read the ending of the passage again, son."
Obeying, I opened it, and flipped through the July 25th entry, and reread the ending. After a few seconds, I observed the cross, and the scribbled message inside it. Then I closed the book, with my thumb book marking the date and peered at Father, whom was smiling again.
"I love you, Father. I'm glad you returned safely."
With that, he limped towards, bent over and embraced me, just as I had envisioned it when I read the journal. An arm was wrapped around my neck, while Father's right wrapped itself around the lower half of my back, squeezing.
Soon, he began whispering in my right eardrum. It tickled but I listened intently to the rest of his message. "From the morning until the evening the time shall be changed, and all these are swift in the eyes of God. Son, the meaning I am trying to convey is within that span from sunrise to sunset, our Lord is selective, and in a single day, a person will accompany Him. Understand?" father asked.
"I should live my life to its fullest, correct?" I whispered into his left ear.
"Yes, son. I knew my boy was intelligent," he whispered.
His compliment provided happiness within me, and I smiled, as I continued listening to his whispers.
"If I could express… I, my point is, oh, in the filth! Samuel," father whispered again. "I will come straight to the point I suppose. I have a confession. Luck was never on my side, and so, I remained an only child. I never wrote it, but I too, am grateful the Lord allowed me to return home, and embrace my brother."
Before I responded, Father released me, turned, limped back to his rocking chair, and before he sat, Father touched his right kneecap, and winced. Within a few seconds he squatted and took a seat.
"What did he say to you, Samuel?" mum asked.
I grinned, and the uncomfortable emotions I experienced earlier, washed away after Father's revelation. "Should I tell her, Father?"
"Well?" mum asked.
"Who is the one prying now?" father retorted, and chuckled lightly.
"Well?" mum asked again.
"Cannot a father and his son keep one secret?" he asked seriously.
"I shall respect that," mum replied behind me.
Father nodded in return.
"I suppose that answers that question," I remarked.
"Yes, but I am not finished with you, Samuel," he said.
"Oh?" I asked curiously.
"I believe it is your turn. What say you share with me your opinions with my journal entry. You have had plenty of time in contemplating."
I swallowed nervously. "Am I allowed to ask questions instead, Father?"
"If questions will help assist you, than yes, you may ask them."
"The flower, I'm assuming it's a flower, is it a rose?"
"Yes – the white rose of Yorkshire. Every passage in my journal has one in the upper right-hand corner."
"At the end of the entry, there is a cross, with a message in it. It's difficult to read it. Could you tell me what the inscription says?"
"Pass the journal to me, son," father said.
I leaned forward, with my thumb still in between the pages. I held the book outwards.
Father gripped the spine of the book, and flipped through quickly. I heard him mumble as he was rereading.
I watched him bring his journal closer, and now his face was completely hidden. Silence erupted, and while I fidgeted by scratching my cheek or rubbing one of my shins with a toe, I waited as patiently as I was able.
Within a few minutes, Father closed, and set the journal in his lap. I decided to study his facial features, and hopefully find a clue in what to expect next. Father was frowning, which made me feel unhappy as well. I realize now, he has been through tremendous ordeals, and if I find a solution - that's it!
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