Prologue.
The air was cold over my face as I walked down the street. The lights of the lampposts were blurry, orange dots in front of my eyes, as if they were a part of a dream.
The scene ran all again in my head. It seemed that the images were so heavy that they forced me to stop walking in the middle of the road.
The voice of my father, loud and heartless, resounded in my head repeatedly.
“I’m ashamed.” He said, throwing his slippers at me. “Leave home. I do not want to see your face. You’re disgrace to my family.”
As he spitted and shouted at me, mother snuggled up at the corner of the sofa. She cried as her fingers trembled against her dry lips; she was helpless whenever my father went wild.
But you might ask why did he go mad at me that night? Why did he kick me out of the house naked in the cold of January? What could I have possibly done to drive a man in his mid forties to such madness? I will tell you.
I fell in love with a girl. Her name was Maria.
I wrote this story about a girlfriend of mine whom i found out to be lesbian after sometime. I felt totally saddened at her situation, so i decided to write a novel about tolerance in a society where prejudice prevails and love vanishes.
The air was cold over my face as I walked down the street. The lights of the lampposts were blurry, orange dots in front of my eyes, as if they were a part of a dream.
The scene ran all again in my head. It seemed that the images were so heavy that they forced me to stop walking in the middle of the road.
The voice of my father, loud and heartless, resounded in my head repeatedly.
“I’m ashamed.” He said, throwing his slippers at me. “Leave home. I do not want to see your face. You’re disgrace to my family.”
As he spitted and shouted at me, mother snuggled up at the corner of the sofa. She cried as her fingers trembled against her dry lips; she was helpless whenever my father went wild.
But you might ask why did he go mad at me that night? Why did he kick me out of the house naked in the cold of January? What could I have possibly done to drive a man in his mid forties to such madness? I will tell you.
I fell in love with a girl. Her name was Maria.
I wrote this story about a girlfriend of mine whom i found out to be lesbian after sometime. I felt totally saddened at her situation, so i decided to write a novel about tolerance in a society where prejudice prevails and love vanishes.