Out of the corner of my eye I saw this helpless bard. I remembered that he was the man who was forced to sing and play for the suitors. This man did nothing wrong, and yet my father would have killed him. All I felt was sorrow for this man. I wanted to tell Odysseus not to kill this powerless man, but I did not want my father to shun me for my “poor” judgment. I was scared to stand up to my father, frightened he’d hate my choice made out of compassion. However, I knew if I did not speak up to defend the bard that was in the wrong, and I knew I needed to do something.
Knowing I had to do something; I thought quickly. I ran over to my father, begging him to stop, and to put his sword down. Surprisingly, he listened to me as I explained how the bard was not a part of the suitors; he was simply forced to entertain them. Even though I only said a few words, I still felt as if my dad really understood me. I looked in his eyes, which revealed caring and thoughtfulness. I was so happy; this was one of the only times I felt equal to my father.
With no argument, my father agreed with me. I was ecstatic; I really felt as if I took Athena’s advice to the next level. She told me to be a man, and I finally became one. By standing up to my father, I became independent; I gained understanding of what it means to be a man, which includes standing up for my opinions. My father listened to me with no judgment, and he understood why I decided to save the talented bard’s life. I was able to save an honorable life in the middle of a bloodbath. He was on his knees hugging mine, saying thank you. At that moment I felt proud of myself, and I think my dad did too. I was finally able to feel his approval, which I longed for since the day I was born.
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