Growing up Without Odysseus- 1

I have never remembered my dad. He left when I was a young baby I hear.  I have only ever known what it is like to have a single parent, my mother, queen of Ithaca. raising me on her own.  In some ways I feel abandoned like I wasn’t enough to make my father stay but my mother insists otherwise.

When I was 12 years old and wouldn’t give up on the fact of my father leaving me, my mother gave in and told me the story of my father, odysseus of Ithaca. Because of how well known and skilled he is a soldier he was very much needed when a war broke out in troy. He had tried to say even pretended that he had gone insane. He was so desperate to stay and witness his new born baby’s upbringing. Aware that the military recruiters were on their way he decided to play up this act of his and brought the plower onto the beach walking around in random directions. The recruiter came and had sensed that this wasn’t how odysseus really acted to test exactly this he put me infront of the mower knowing I would be killed if odysseus really was insane and kept going. Of course he stopped and was soon sent of to troy to fight.

 Knowing this really made me feel better about my long lost dad but it keeps up my faith of him coming back. H tried as hard as he could to prevent this from happening but when my life was put in danger he refused to go through with it. My father odysseus is an honorable man, a very skilled man, and a caring man. Even knowing just this little bit helps me feel better about my situation.