Son Of The Soil...part 2

now this sounds so cliche that i didn't believe it when i was told the story as a child. i would go ahead to investigate these circumstance and i found them to be true. the year my father was born, there was a blood moon, a sort of lunar eclipse, very rare and to very superstitious people, it was either a great wonder or an evil omen of immense magnitude, they choose the latter...
my grandfather was the first born son of his father and therefore was to take over the family business, shrinking heads and casting spells, yet he choose to join a church and go to teacher training school. as hurt as his father was, there wasn't much he could do and the birth of my father was the only way to rid himself of a wayward son. so he banished his son and his family from the village...

times were hard and on elementary school teacher's salary, this new family were seemingly destined for doom. back in the village, there was always food, fresh produce from scared shitless pagans who believed that this would make their lives any better. now without a home and people, my grand father decided to go the city to find work, be it a laborer or a "tankas" because he needed to fend for his family. to this day, Grandpaa still tells the story of how just before he left home, he asked his infant son to wish him luck and that helped him find a dream job.
Grandpaa came across an old friend on the train to the city. as they talked and caught up with each others lives, this friend mentioned there was a job opening in his office and he would put in a good word for him should he pass the interview. he even went further to walk him through a few things that could help his application. needless to say, he got the job, clerk to the minister of defense. things could not get any better. the minister had them move into his guest house, gave him a car and helped my grand mom to get in to nursing school. the minister believed to that there was something special about my family and that he believed Grandpaa the brother he never had...

life was good for the family, great even. my grand parents had two other children after my father and they lived well, went to the best schools and rolled with the elite of our country. as i said earlier, nothing could be better, it didn't... it just got worse...