The Saddest Story

There once was a boy who was about to graduate from high school. His father asked him what he wanted as his graduation gift. Like many other teens he asked for a new car. He was always a god kid and received good grades; his father, without hesitation, said that he would get the boy a car. The son is very excited at his good fortune and he tells everyone he knows how wonderful his life is.

The father and son go out to the car dealership the next day and find the two wonderful cars. One was a car that the son had always dreamed of owning, but it was $20,000. The father was very generous, but he and his son knew that they could not afford to buy this car. They found a nice car at more of an affordable price range and decided this is the car that the son would get. The father promised the boy that he would take care of the financial material and the son would get the car soon.

The day of the graduation came and all were excited. Once the son found his mother and father he eagerly asked "Where is my car?" The father said he would receive the gift tomorrow morning. The night went by and everyone had a good time; the son did not get much sleep due to anticipation, though.

The son arose in the morning like a child on Christmas morning, he ran to his father, who was expecting him, and asked where his keys are. The father told his excited son that he has an even better present for him. The father grabs a neatly wrapped gift and gives it to the boy. The boy a little puzzled, unwraps the gift and to his astonishment it is not the keys to a car; the father gave the boy a book. Without any intention to open this book he throws the book on the floor and yells at his father; he scream at the father "you made me wait weeks to receive a stupid book. I thought you loved me. Well, I HATE YOU." He ran to his room, grabbed a few things, and left the house and headed to a friends house.

At the fiends house the boy found an apartment he could stay in until he moved into his dorm room at an out of state college. The son came back to the house later that day. He came to get his belongings and move out. The father asked his son to open the book and take just one look in it. The boy, still acting like a three year old, looks at his father, laughs, and walks out of the house.

Over the course of the next two years the boy only came back to the house foretimes, Christmas and Thanksgiving; the only reason he came those times was because the family has a reunion at his cousins' house on those holidays.

Each time the boy returns he stops at home. Each time he looks at the book, unmoved from that infamous day, but does not care to open it. Each time his father pleads with him to open the book. Each time he refuses; each time he sees a look of disapproval in his mothers' eyes. The boy comes home; it is not Thanksgiving and it is not Christmas. This time he returns on the third anniversary of that infamous day to bury his father.

The family had not been the same ever since that day. The hardest his was the father; for the first few days he would barely eat and he never talked to his wife. As the days went by, he became more and more depressed. One the eve of the third anniversary of that infamous day, his wife found him dead clutching a bottle of pills that he took for depression.

The family did what they had to do. The funeral went as planned. The air in the house was very tense; the mother and son rarely looked at each other. The book was still in the same spot. Before the boy left, his mother pleaded him to just look inside of the book and he reluctantly did. On the first page there was a check for $20,000 for his dream car. Without a word the son ran to the grave yard and sat there crying.