Knowing
Schools out. Summer is here. Well, almost. Teenagers everywhere will enjoy a break from the mundane activities they are compelled to and just be, teens. They will have summer days like we all remember. Days like any other summer day. Work, time to hang out with friends, lunch with your boyfriend....Except, that, yesterday they didn't and today, they do.
Somewhere in an average American neighborhood two kids share lunch. In a non-descript kitchen, they raid the refrigerator. They talk, laugh and share gossip about the children they work with. The doorbell rings and one gets up to answer the door...
Boy1: stunned at the presence of the visitor, he can muster no words. Nothing, as the blood rushes to his feet and he becomes nauseous. He can only think "Shit, how did you find my house?"
Father: Is he here?
Boy1: Yes. He leaves the father standing on the front stoop and makes his way, shaking, to the kitchen to find him. A shirt. He didn't put a shirt on after work. He's only in shorts. A shirt, he thinks, he needs a shirt.
Boy2 emerges from the kitchen to find his father standing at the door.
Father: Do you have shoes?
Boy2: Says nothing, and turns to get his shoes after first boy has run to put on a shirt.
When Boy1 returns to the front door, the house is silent, the door is still open and the boy, his father and the car...are gone. Boy1 cannot think. Cannot breathe. He doesn't know what to do or who to call or how to react. His pulse races, he breaks into a cold sweat, his head hurts. He shaking intensifies and tears well up in his eyes. They know, they know, they know, they know.
Nothing changed, but knowing. A lifetime of difference erupted in one moment. Yesterday, they didn't. But today, they do.
Somewhere in an average American neighborhood two kids share lunch. In a non-descript kitchen, they raid the refrigerator. They talk, laugh and share gossip about the children they work with. The doorbell rings and one gets up to answer the door...
Boy1: stunned at the presence of the visitor, he can muster no words. Nothing, as the blood rushes to his feet and he becomes nauseous. He can only think "Shit, how did you find my house?"
Father: Is he here?
Boy1: Yes. He leaves the father standing on the front stoop and makes his way, shaking, to the kitchen to find him. A shirt. He didn't put a shirt on after work. He's only in shorts. A shirt, he thinks, he needs a shirt.
Boy2 emerges from the kitchen to find his father standing at the door.
Father: Do you have shoes?
Boy2: Says nothing, and turns to get his shoes after first boy has run to put on a shirt.
When Boy1 returns to the front door, the house is silent, the door is still open and the boy, his father and the car...are gone. Boy1 cannot think. Cannot breathe. He doesn't know what to do or who to call or how to react. His pulse races, he breaks into a cold sweat, his head hurts. He shaking intensifies and tears well up in his eyes. They know, they know, they know, they know.
Nothing changed, but knowing. A lifetime of difference erupted in one moment. Yesterday, they didn't. But today, they do.
posted by Molly Sue at
2:50 PM
6 Comments:
Wait...is this real?
;-)
Yes, it's me, yes, I highlighted... ;)
I felt every emotion of that experience. I must be PMSing or something. But anyway...
Yes things change in a moment. It may be bad at first, but then , it turns out to be the best thing that could have happened.
No?
:)
Matlida~ I have a hard time even thinking of that story...I cry even when I'm not PMSing.
And, Yes, in most respects, it is that things turned out for the better.
You left out one minor detail...boy 1 was shirtless when father came to the door, that probably didn't help our case. But I can't thank you enough for giving your unwavering support to both boy 1 and boy 2 through out this ordeal. Thank you. :)
Never mind I read it more closely you got every detail right :)
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