My mom's awesome. That's the problem. Why am I not awesome. Why do people not laugh at my jokes.I'm her son, aren't I? She's so perfect. She is the representation of what the perfect human being would be. She's beautiful, smart, funny. She's all around amazing and I don't understand why I'm not.
She always sits in the living room, making calls to friends or collecting coupons or doing work. Today she was busy on her computer. She was focused and determined to finish what she was doing.
"Jay", she called as I walked into the kitchen.
"Can you take out the trash?"
"Is that a question?"
"Please take out the trash."
Uggggggg.
I put away the drink from the fridge and grabbed the trash. The dumpster is so far away from our house. It's almost a block away. The smell of the trash was disgusting. It seemed to grow stronger the further I walked. I dragged it along as the liquid of an old soda can dripped all over the sidewalk.
And then the back scraped against a rock. The bag opened up at the bottom and all the trash fell out. This happens every time. Of course it never happens to my mom. I bent down to pick up the banana peals and old rappers. This never happens to Mom.
Soon I had all the trash picked up, cradeled in my arms as trash fell out one by one. I put it in the dumpster and walked back home. I can't even put the trash away right.
