I stared at them. Held them in my hands. I refused to put them on. I can't trap my hands in those weapons.
The silence in the room was hurting my ears. Almost so silent, it gave me a headache.
Something in me knew it was wrong. I just couldn't except them. I could see my mom wasn't very happy with what Dad gave me for my birthday. She called my dad out of my room to have a little talk. Well I guess that was her plan.
"Gloves?!" My mom whisper-shouted at my dad, hoping I wouldn't hear their conversation.
"What? He likes them. Well he better like them." I heard my dad answer with a careless tone in his raspy voice. He has a distinctive way of talking. Almost as if he swallowed a grater or something.
"Conrad, you can't get your son boxing gloves for his fifth birthday! It is not right! Do you want your son, your only child, to be exposed to such violence at this young age?!" I could hear terrible disappointed in her voice. She was shouting by now, like she forgot that she didn't want me to hear.
"When else?!" Dad was getting really frustrated.
I heard how my mother gave a loud sigh and then one of them walked away. i wasn't sure who though, until I could feel eyes on me. When my eyes jumped up with a fright from gazing at the gloves, my mother was standing in the doorframe. She came over and joined me on my soft, warm bed.
It was obvious that she had something bothering her. Even though she tried to hide it, it was more clear than a bright orange rose lost in a field of lavender.
"I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't know that he'll do that. I had no idea that he would actually get you a pair of boxing gloves. Are you okay with it?"
"Of course, Mommy. Why wouldn't I be?"
I forced a smile. I didn't want to lie. But what else could I do? I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"My boy, I know you wanted a
Knock! Knock! Knock!
We were interrupted.
"Jonathan, we start on Monday."
It was Dad. I didn't know what he meant by that, but by the concern in Mom's eyes, I could see it wasn't good.
With that, she left. She didn't finish what she was saying. We didn't finish our conversation.
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boxing gloves
Short StoryJohnathan Clark is a little boy who's dreams got taken away by his father's passion. But did he let that stop him? Did he continue to follow his own dreams after patching up the wounds that were placed by the person who's supposed to protect him? Wh...
