(A continuation of a story. If you want to start at the beginning, scroll to Spiritual Flesh and Blood 1)
Two memories stood out to Wayne concerning his father. The first was of him calling Wayne into his office only to dismiss him. The second occurred that same year. It was Christmas morning and Wayne woke up with all the excitement that a child has with the magic of the holiday.
He ran down two flights of marble stairs. The twelve foot Christmas tree stood tall welcoming all in the large marble entryway that opened into the grand living room. Music played, snow was falling, sweet breakfast smells filled the room. It all looked like a movie scene.
His nanny greeted him with a Christmas hug. Five other home employees circled around smiling and welcoming watching a child enjoy Christmas. Wayne looked around the room, “Where is Mommy and Daddy?”
Wayne longed to make the moment meaningful and personal.
“They want you to go ahead and open your presents.” His Nanny responded.
Wayne insisted that he would not open gifts until his parents were there to enjoy them with him.
Finally, his mother came running into the room. Wayne hugged her and looked up longingly into her eyes, hoping that she could give him the one thing he really wanted for Christmas, parents that loved him.
She smiled and asked, “Why haven’t you opened any presents? Look at all of them!”
She replied, “Your father bought you all these presents.”
“Can Daddy come here and watch me open them?”
“Your father is still in bed. Let him sleep.”
He took off running to his father’s bedroom, his mom following, “Wait. Stop this minute!”
But he reached his father’s master bedroom and pushed open the door. A woman that Wayne had never met before sat up, covering herself with sheets.
His father yelled, “Can’t I have some damn privacy?! Even on Christmas morning!”
That Christmas, Wayne did not open a single present. Somehow they all got opened and put away. He would be playing in his playroom and come across a new pirate ship and characters that he begged for but he refused to play with it. A few days after Christmas, he was in his garage and noticed a new shiny bike in the corner. He complained to his Nanny that his old bike was gone. He refused to accept any of the gifts from that day.
To be continued…