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Genetics & The Man In The Bed (496 Words) by Willow Blake Green


Scientists have proven that half of your genes come from each of your biological parents. When he had been informed of that fact by his biology teacher during the course of his GCSE's, there was no doubt that he was the exception that proved the rule.

A conviction he felt more than justified in being loyal to, given that everyone who knew both him and his mother said they were so much alike. Yet standing stock still and staring at this man he began to have doubts.

When he first received the phone call he was tempted to hang up, but it had surprisingly taken less than twenty four hours for him to make the decision to go to the hospital to visit his, for lack of a better word, father.

His change of heart was simply due to the fact the man was technically quite pivotal to his existence, and had even managed to stretch himself to the point of being semi active in raising him for the first two weeks of his life.  After which he had fled at a speed that would have left the roadrunner impressed.

The rational part of his brain was aware that a lifelong separation meant that his relationship with this man was no more significant than the non-existent relationships he had with the men in the surrounding beds.

But despite all that, he caught himself looking at his face trying to find anything similar to what he saw in the mirror, but the tubes up his nose and grey pallor of his skin made it impossible. Upon giving up the endeavour he felt a sharp pain in his chest and the threat of tears building behind his eyes.

His whole life he had thought this man heartless to have walked out on him, and now the bittersweet irony was that he now knew that this man definitely had a heart as it was failing. There would be no more hope of things changing for the better, no matter how small.

Their separation was about to become all too permanent. So he made the choice; to sit by the bed, listen to what he had to say, and acting purely on instinct, he held his father's hand.

Years later, he would tell his little boy the bedtime story of 'The Brave Man in the Bed'. A story all about a man who was so brave that he was prepared to face any horrific scenario that his imagination could create in order to say sorry to his son for all the mistakes he had made where he was concerned, and tell him that despite what he may think he did love him.

Finally, as his son was settling off, he told him just how lucky they both were to have some of that bravery in their genes. Because as any scientist would say; he had gotten it from his father and he had in turn passed it on to him. 

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