Father, Your Name Is Satan

張貼日期：Nov 12, 2010 2:57:34 PM

Father, Your Name Is Satan

Chiou Bi-chi

     In the Christian world, Satan was an unpopular character: He not only was notorious for his sins but also was considered a symbol of evil. In my family, my father is the public enemy of us three children. We will call it miracle that we have lived with him for over twenty years. Up to now there is an old saying that bothers us: “Like father, like son.” We hope the saying is not based on truth because we do not want to be a person who resembles Father. If you wonder why I compare my father to Satan, I will be glad to explain to you how similar they are.

     First of all, both my father and Satan are very proud. Satan was excluded from heaven and became a fallen angel because he thought himself greater than God. Like Satan, my father is always proud of his poor intelligence. Whenever he is eager to show his ability, for example, to test an electric appliance in the house, we will absolutely get a brand-new one next day. When driving to an unfamiliar place, he always despises asking the way from someone else and believes in his own “sixth sense.” As you can imagine, he will get nowhere but get lost in the end.

     Secondly, both my father and Satan are evil persons. Satan was the one who tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit and made the paradise lost. Father’s offence is no less than Saran’s. He always buys a lot of high caloric snacks, such as cookies or chocolates, during the time I am on a diet. It is really a severe torture to show the food before a person starving to death. When I protest against my father, he will say, “I need a new weight scale, and I wish you could crush the old one.” What a cruel father I have!

     Finally, in the view of status, both of my father and Satan are second to none except one. Satan was the most powerful chief angel among the angel groups but he had to obey God. Because Satan irritated God, he was trapped into the deepest darkness in the hell with the bitter heavy wind shouting. As to my father, he has the superlative authority over the inferiors in his company and over us children at home. However, everyone has his Achilles’ heel and so does my father—he will be the last man to deny my mother. If Father rubs Mother the wrong way, he will be driven downstairs to the living room at night and sleep on the sofa with the chilly wind blowing.

     According to what is said above, it is not hard to find what kind of father whom I live with. If there were an award called “The Best Daughter,” I should deserve it for the reason that I could stand such a father like mine.