Son of a Thief Contest Entry
I glanced down at the white envelope in my hands. In it contained the contents of all the merchandise and property my father had stolen. It had taken some wrangling but after learning of my father’s shady deals throughout the years, I was able to reach out to several of the victims and return to them what was rightfully theirs. I shook my head in unbelief. It had been one year since my father’s passing and I wasn’t even close to being done.
I gnashed my teeth together. I hated cleaning up other people’s messes. Especially if they were family. But, several years ago I had no idea what my dad had been up to behind closed doors. He was a man married to my mother for nearly 50 years. All my life, to me he had been my role model, my rock. My family when I was growing up even struggled financially for a long time which made his side jobs even more disgusting. How could he look at my mother each morning for the past 20 years knowing that ev