There are few words that will make a child either cower or laugh, quicker than when you hear ‘Wait until your father gets home.’. In our home, that usually meant that mom didn’t think how to punish us and she had to wait until dad got house to discuss it. Sometimes, it meant that if she tried to punish us, she was going to start laughing and then I would guess the two of us didn’t do anything wrong. The only time the two of us knew the two of us were honestly in trouble, was when our sibling and I broke the window air conditioning system unit. Our room never honestly had nice air conditioning system so mom and dad bought us a window AC device for our dining room. The two of us were roughhousing 1 evening, which the two of us weren’t supposed to be doing in our dining room. She always said that 1 of us was going to end up falling out the window. Since the two of us were on the second floor, I was sure it would have really been myself and others and I would be hurt. I was the youngest. Instead of us going through the window, the air conditioning system fell out the window. It was like enjoying in slow motion as the air conditioning system started to move and then fell. The two of us watched as it fell to the ground and blew up into many, many pieces. Mom was coming across the driveway when she saw the AC device chop apart. The two of us locked the dining room door when she shook her fist and said, ‘Wait until your father gets home.’ The two of us had never seen mom angrier in our entire twelve years of life.
April 19, 2021
April 19, 2021