In today’s world, single moms have it rough. They need to balance the responsibility of single-handedly raising children with the long hours of full-time employment. They are truly extraordinary. So, in solidarity with single moms, I killed my dad.
As someone lucky enough to have grown up with both parents, I am unable to fathom the trials and tribulations faced by women raising children by themselves. So I took a musket from my grandfather’s garage, filled it with firework powder and fired it at my dad’s face.
I’ve always wanted to empower my mother, making her one of the strong, independent women who could realize her personal ambitions and close the wage gap. So even though my father desperately begged me to put the musket down, I pulled the trigger without hesitation. It’s about the bigger picture. Cleaning up the exploded brain and the blood stain on our expensive Turkish carpet was strenuous, but I could just feel myself coming closer to understanding the plight of single moms.
Single moms, you’ve been ignored; you’ve been suppressed; you’ve had your free time taken away because you had to work three shifts and pick up your children and do the laundry and cook dinner. I’m not saying any of this will change soon, but I, in solidarity, am willing to kill any dad in the world just for you.
-TG ’21
