Our In Between

4 Existence

"Mom, I'm Home" my raspy voice echoed against the walls of our flat. But as always, there was no replay back to my announcement.

Entering the dim-lighted livingroom, I carefully moved towards the sofa and dropped my backpack there. Almost automatically, as soon as that was done, my feet lumbered their way to my parents bedroom. Just following the trace of my self-programmed daily routine.

Peaking through the half-shut door, my eyes finally found her. In the middle of their spacious room, sitting lonely on the eage of their double bed. Phone in hand, crumsily using her index finger to type. Probably texting dad, her cheesy teenage smile always gave it away. I leant on the door framedoor, staring at her for a moment, wondering...That bed must feel too big just for one person now.

"Mom, I said I'm Home" I yawned, rolling my eyes. My hand opened the half-shut door as it held the doorknob,
keep my tired body steady. And as if she was my long-lost twin, she rolled her eyes at the mere sound of my voice.

"I heard you the first time child, I'm not deaf" those words came out from her lips so nonchalantly, her eyes still lock on her phone's screen.
I swear this woman.

"If you heard me why haven't you yelled back? I don't know like an 'okay honey' or something" I scoffed annoyed.

"Because 'Honey'..." she started, lifting up her eyes to finally meet mine with a fake-kind expression. I knew it, this was the eye of the storm, so I closed my eyes in anticipation.
"WE DON'T YELL IN THIS HOUSHOLD! YOU WANT THE NEIGHBOURS TO THINK THAT WE'RE CRAZY PEOPLE?! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!"

Does she realise she's screaming like those Gypsys that sell clothen in the street market?

I sighed and let my head hang low.
"LOOK AT ME SEÑORITA"
But despite her order, I kept my my head down.

"IVY TORRES ROMERO!"
Oh wow, if they didn't before I'm sure the entire neighbourhood knows who I am by now.
At the first syllable being pronunced, I straighted up my posture, soldier-like.

"Yes Ma'ma"

If your mom yells out your full name, there are only 2 possible choices to escape this extremely dangerous situation:
1- Start running for dear life, knowing that you'll probably get caught.

2-Face whatever she has to say and try to calm her rage, even tho there are numerous chances you'll fail.

I've tried both and my advice would be to always chose the second one. Simply cause, moms' minds own a terrifying disk in which they save a record of everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally EVERYTHING, every.damn.delail. From the first time you called her "Mom", to the first time you dared to raised your voice at her.

So yeah, if you chose the sencond you'll most likely have to endure a 20 minutes lecture or more. Still not convinced? Well, here's how every mom's brain work: "You're a good mom, you see? Now she's listening...why do I have to yell for her to listen?! Kids these days never listen. I was such an angel at her age. Never mind, I did it again! Guuuurl I tamed the beast! Yessss, I'm teaching her how to get through live like a Lady, I'm such a good mom *fake tears of joy*".

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Indeed, you'll most likely have to endure a 20 minutes lecture BUT you'll be forgiven at the end of the day. Till next time, cause this is a vicious cycle (#intellectualsurvivalhacks).

So there I was again , after my 20-min lecture about me being rude, unpolite, disrespectful and so on.

"No yelling, understand?" She patiently asked, folding her arms over her chest.