I was just finishing up coruscating the glassed-coffee table, right until I heard a voice coming from the doorstep. "Hey ma, I'm just going to go chill out with my friend for a little bit, ok, see ya". Swiftly, I tilted my head to face my son, and spoke up, "Oh wait. Can you do me a favour and wash the dishes, before you leave, please." "Nahh ma I can't sorry. Can you ask Lisa to wash them cuz I'm in a rush". I shrouded an admonishing look, "She already done it yesterday and now it's your turn. Also, as I remember correctly, you and Lisa made a pact with each other to finish up chores individually, every other day. So... Where's the loyalty to that, Alex". "Ahhhh, ma", he exclaimed, "This is important business I have to do." "Oh really?" I asked, amusedly. "More important than helpin' out your own mother. I gave birth to you, young man and this is how you repay me?", I chided.
"Jesus Christ, Ma", he threw his palms on top of his head and exhales a stressed breath, a flabbergasted gaze on his countenance. "Don't you dare use the Lord's name in vain". "Fuck this crap, I'm leaving", and the next thing I knew, he stormed out, banging the front door behind him, as he escorts. Trying, to take into account of what just happened, I stood there, shocked.
The argument triggered my husband descending down the stairs, and coming face to face with me. His face was shocked.
"What just happened?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Try me"
"Sit down"
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PoetryHelloo This is my first time commencing my first writing here in wattpad and I am so happy to be finally picking up the courage to do so. I will be practicing a few pieces of writing for a little while, just to build up my confidence and skill up. I...
