MY FATHER HAD CHILDREN WITH A WATER SNAKE AND THAT DESTROYED HIS WEALTH AND HEALTH.
My father was a wealthy and kind man who loved fishing and golf. He enjoyed going on vacations every so often, indulging in his hobbies and relaxing. One morning, as he was taking a walk along the beach, he came across a woman who had passed out. He immediately called the lifeguards, who revived her, and soon an ambulance arrived to take her to the hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, she was confused—she didn’t remember who she was or what had happened. She couldn’t even recall her own name. My dad, feeling sympathy for her, checked on her frequently, hoping that her family would come forward. Despite her picture being posted everywhere, no one showed up.
One day, jokingly, my dad told her that her name was "Mermaid," and to everyone’s surprise, that became the name she started using. Eventually, she was discharged from the hospital, but she had nowhere to go. She begged my dad to take her back to his hotel, and being the kind-hearted man that he was, he agreed.
She later made up a story about being from the same province as my dad and not having money to return home. Feeling pity for her, my dad booked her a return flight that matched his own. At this point, I was a young child raised by my dad, as my mother had tragically passed away when I was born.
When we returned to our province, the woman acted as though she was unfamiliar with the area. My dad, ever the gentleman, took her home with him. My aunt, who was very observant, pointed out that the woman had a striking resemblance to my late mother. The more my dad spent time with her, the more he realized how much she reminded him of my mother. It wasn’t long before they fell in love. They got married, and soon after, two beautiful children came into their lives: a boy and a girl.
The children were unusually fair-skinned for my dad’s side of the family, with features that made them look almost white. My dad had a DNA test done to figure out how this could be, as the woman was not white. She explained that her mother was white and her father was black, which helped make sense of the children's appearance.
However, there was something strange about my stepmother. She had a deep fear of water—she avoided pools, rivers, dams, and oceans at all costs. We all assumed it was because of the traumatic way she had met my father. But there was more to her story than we could have known.
As time passed, my stepmother fell seriously ill. Her health deteriorated rapidly, and soon, she disappeared without a trace. We searched everywhere for her, even reporting her missing to the authorities, but no one had seen her. My father, desperate for answers, turned to spiritual advisors, including seers, prophets, and traditional healers. They all told him the same thing: she had gone back to her home, her people, and that her departure was linked to the children.
It wasn’t long before my dad’s businesses started to collapse one by one. His wealth began to evaporate, and nothing seemed to go right. He consulted with more seers and spiritual guides, hoping to find some answers. Each one gave him the same message: to save everything, he needed to return the children to the water. They claimed the water god wanted them back, and this was the only way to stop the destruction of his life.
It was a hard pill to swallow. My dad, who had once been wealthy and happy, now faced the terrifying realization that his past decisions had led him to this moment. The woman, who had appeared like an angel sent to heal him, had brought with her an ancient and powerful force—a force that he hadn’t understood at the time.
I’m left with more questions than answers. My father’s health has also begun to deteriorate. His once-thriving businesses are nothing more than memories now. His financial empire crumbled, and the peace he once had was lost. All that remains is the story of the beautiful woman who came into his life like a dream, only to leave him in ruins.
At times, I wonder if there was something supernatural about the whole situation, if my dad unknowingly became part of something much larger than himself. Maybe the truth behind her identity, and the children, was always there, hidden beneath the surface, just waiting to be revealed. The water had claimed its price, and my father was left with nothing but the echoes of a past he couldn't change.
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