I wiped a tear that was sliding down my cheek.
" It's okay sweetheart, you didn't sign up for this exactly."
I was puzzled, how could my mother be saying this to me? I didn't SIGN UP for this, I wanted to have this job. It's been my dream to become an RCMP officer, or "mountie" as they are called, for years! This is my choice and my life, and for once she has no control. She still has that small portion of anger and frustration inside of her that I didn't become some guy stuck in a cubical all day pushing buttons. Yes, that was the safe way out, but where's the fun in that? She tries to be calm and collected about this, but I can see past her cover up, I see the pure disgust inside of her.
Sorry, too much? Well emotions were flying high in the service today for my boss Edgar G. Spout, the chief for our region. He was the type of man that noobie's like me aspire to be someday. Sure he was tough, but he only wanted us to do the best we can and succeed. Eddie had some soft moments, like when I got lost on orientation day, he told me not to worry and guided me to where I was suppose to be. His aime was always perfect, he kept his cool in tough situations, and he was the best leader I've ever met in my entire life! Edgar was my role model, wait why am I saying ''was''' when he always will be.
" Spencer don't cry, it doesn't make you look appealing." my mother said to me with a scowl on her face. What the heck, THIS IS MY BOSS' FUNERAL.
" Shush Mom, it doesn't make you look appealing if you're talking at an RCMP officer's funeral." I whispered back to her. It felt good to say that just to see the look on her face, she huffed and sat back. Satisfied, I smiled cheekily to myself and sat up straight.
The service made me cry, don't worry I won't lie to you. Yeah so what if I'm 23 ( turning 24, ladies) and I cried at a service, it shows that I have feelings too! I don't want to go into too much detail about it, it makes me feel something that I've never felt before in my life. When my dad left us I didn't feel this way, partically because he is an egotistical DRUNK that barely knew my name. Edgar will always be remembered for all that he's done, I just wish I could do something for him and his family. We excited the building together, but when we got to the parking lot it became a little weird.
" Do you want me to drive you back to your silly little apartment, or do you actually have a ride?" Mom said to me without looking up from her little Blackberry. Come and get with the generation Mom, a keyboard phone, REALLY!?!?
I sighed. " No Mom, don't you remember that I have a truck, I'm a big boy now."
She stopped dead in her tracks, put down her phone, and gave me that old stinky glare in my direction.
" Listen here Spence, you may think that you're all grown up now because your career has started and you've moved out and all, but you are still mine. All 23 years of you is-"
I finally had enough.
" SAVE IT! I may be only 23, but I've successfully graduated from the RCMP academy, earned some good money, moved out, bought a truck, and oh wait, that's WAY more then you did when you were 23! You were still sliding down poles and doing old men favours before you met-"
"ENOUGH! I WILL NOT BE ABUSED BY MY OWN SON IN PUBLIC." she said in her high pitched banchee yelp. People were starting to stare, but I'm used to it.
" HA! Abused? You really have the balls to tell me that I am abusing YOU? Well peace out you old trout, I'm done with your crap!" I clapped my hands and started to walk away a free man! Yep I called myself a man, get over it. I was just about to get into my truck when I thought of something important. I doubled backed and blocked her way to her putty car.
