La lingua de Katia

La lingua de Katia The writings of a child from a thousand different parents

Wednesday, April 21, 2004


"You scorn me for the very reason you love me."
"Mother please." her son Alex mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?" His mother leaned in, bits of chocolate wafer were stuck between her bottom teeth.
"Nothing." he forced his hung head upright looking in her eyes then rose to leave the room.
"Well- good then."
She seemed satisfied and began shining the metal coffee table as ifnot satisfied until her own imaged shined back at her.
Despite his attempt to end their conversation she continued on.
"Well I don't see what the problem is, I mean most kids would be thankful to get a car for their big one six."
"Mom can we just drop this please?" He twisted the end of his green flannel shirt to cover his fists that had balled from anger. "I like the car."
"Well good."
He wanted to leave it at that, he knew he should of left it at that but a tiny demonic voice slithered out from his vocal box.
"So when can I change the plates?" He said casually leaning against the door frame.
His mother straightened, her back turned to him yet he could picture her lips curling into an aggitated purse. She swung around on the heel of her shoe and shot the oily wrag at him. It missed and splatted against her pristine white wall which only furthered her disgust. She charged at her son and grabbed at his earlobe, pinching the delicate skin between her thumb and forefinger.
"WHAT did you say?" she spat
He tried to wriggle from her grasp but his ear only shone redder.
"Mom, mom please you are hurting me?" He squirmed and felt foolish beneath his mother.
"But Samuel, you are hurting me and you are hurting the LORD by doubting his gift!" She cursed pushing the boy away from her and toward the Jesus shrine the served as the room's center piece.
He fell to his knees without her inflicted force.
"Now good", she said straightening her navy dress "I want five hail Marys and four Lord's prayer. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"That's my angel." she pressed forward and kissed his tuffet of blonde locks.
As he mouthed the prayers he stole one last glimpse from the bayer window at the brand new honda in the front of their drive way and swallowed his sin as he eyed the novely plate that read 54geesus.
hail mary, lords prayer


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