Issue 11
Sigh
K R Mullin
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Coming to Terms
"You've got to stop sighing," I say across the dining room table where I'm trying to do my algebra homework. "It sounds like a slow leak in an old tire."
"I am an old tire," my mother says, looking up from reading today's mail, her eyes all mushy, "and I've just run over a big nail. What do you expect me to do?"
I jump up, flinging my arms wide. "EXPLODE!!! That's what I'd do. It's not your fault dad ran off with a bimbo. You should be burning his bridges not repairing them. Remember what I did to Jack after he dumped me last year?"
She smiles and nods.
"Nodding is not good enough," I insist. "You've got to stop giving in, stop apologizing, stop being civilized ... and stop sighing every time something reminds you of that ... that loser."
"I wasn't sighing about your father," she declares, holding a paper out to me. "I just got your mid-term warning slips; some of your teachers seem to think you should be more civilized."
I snicker; she chuckles; laughter runs down our cheeks.
~K R Mullin
K R Mullin holds a B.S. in biology, an M.A. in English, and an Italian
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