The mother pulled Nanku to her home. It was small and dank and smelled of betrayal. Nanku looked upon it eyes wide and lip trembling.
“This is your new home,” Mother beamed. “You will be happy here.”
Mother dragged Nanku inside where a large bear of a man, covered in hair, sat on a couch.
“This is Father,” Mother declared. “He will protect you.”
“Oh who is this you found?” Father wondered leaning forward and studying the small boy.
“This is Nanku. He belongs to us now. I found him alone in the woods and brought him home.”
“Alone in the woods? That isn’t good. It is well that Mother found you and brought you here.”
“But I wasn’t scared in the woods. I was happy and free there,” explained Nanku.
“Nonsense!” bellowed Father. “You’ll be much safer here with us. I will protect you and Mother will care for you. You will be far better off with us.”
Nanku could not see how he was better with them and he longed for the safety of the woods but he shrugged and whispered, “If you say so.”
“Very well!” Mother cried, “We’re a family now! Sit here with Father while I go and work on dinner.”
Nanku nodded. He looked over at Father. He was sitting on the couch watching hockey. He climbed up onto the couch and sat next to him. The man hardly seemed to notice.
“What is this?” Nanku wondered.
“And who is playing?”
“The Kings and the Oilers.”
“How does it work?”
Father’s brow scrunched and he glared at the young boy who’s eyes were wide as he gazed up at father. “Listen, son, I’m trying to watch this game. Stop with all the questions.”
Nanku looked down into his lap and lowered his head. “Ok, I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” Nanku nodded and then sat quietly trying to sort out the sport on his own. He was a clever boy and soon he was making sense of the spectacle. He gathered that Father was routing for the Kings on account that he kept cursing them for apparently not performing very well. He also figured out some of the rules of the sport. He did not dare say another word however, especially when Father got angry and was yelling at the television. He just held very still and barely breathed until the storm of Father’s anger subsided.
“Is this the person who is supposed to protect me?” Nanku wondered. “He seems very scary like an angry monster.”
And so he was.