Too late for an apology
“You are so silly. Do you really tink dat you going to accomplish anything in your pathetic, stupid life?”
God, please help me. I have been listening to my mum rupture my eardrums for over an hour and honestly, I don’t think I can take it any longer. To be fair though, I really do deserve this. Donnie Secondary College is a world-renowned and prestigious education institution. Only the brightest and finest best may attend this school. To keep your place in this school you would have to battle it out with thousands of other thirsty students waiting to take your place. Apparently, this erratic system nurtures the students and brings out their full potential. I spent 8 years of my life trying to make it into this school. I achieved that goal only for my moronic ass to get myself kicked out a semester later.
“Why you play tese game anyway? They don’t help you become doctor or dentist. All they do is fill your head with crap.”
Man, I couldn’t help it. Every single day, I told myself that I was going to be working like a dog, but I was as productive as a hammer with no handle. Keeping focused was the main issue. I couldn’t help but gravitate to the ever so addicting games. My brain was just overwhelmed. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I resisted, I would succumb to my inevitable addiction.
“I made you a learning plan and timetable. This way you can play game and do work.”
Pfft, a learning plan. What’s that going to do? I don’t even want to become a doctor all this work means nothing to me. Why do I have to go through boundless hurdles and obstacles just so I can dig holes and flip burgers for a living.
“Please son, I beg you. Follow tis plan. I can’t let them take you away.”
I reluctantly flipped through the chunky pages skimming each page over. What she was asking from me was unthinkable and impossible. I couldn’t handle this workload. Worst of all, she cut game time completely from my schedule.
“What the hell is this? You can’t expect me to fulfill this. You want me to do 13 hours of studying each day. You’re out of your mind woman. I’ll do the work over my dead body.”
I looked back up; my mum slowly raised from her chair one of her arms extended. She swung her arm with great force and connected with my left cheek. Immediately after, the needle like pain hit me. I jumped back, bewildered. My mum stood across me hand still raised in the air almost like she was a crazed mental asylum patient.
“Don’t ever talk to me like dat. I sacrifice too many tings for you to be lazy and worthless. If you don’t become better, they will come. Tey listen to every little sound you make; see every little ting you do. If you no careful, no good fortune come to you or your family.”
In a flurry of wrath, I left the table and stormed off into my room. Like the little petty man I was, I made sure to get the lost remark.
“Well obviously you didn’t sacrifice much, otherwise our family wouldn’t be such a mess.”
As soon as the words left my mouth an immense amount of guilt build up in my shoulders. To make it worse tears welled up in my mothers’ eyes. Droplets of these transparent balls rolled down her cheek and dripped onto the table.
“Goddamit, you bloody idiot.” I whispered this to myself repeatedly, hoping that this meritless act would resolve everything.
