The Not So Happy Mothers Day
The Not So Happy Mothers Day
‘Mum stared hard..’ Write about a time when you were caught in a difficult situation with your parents.
The brightness of the early morning sun woke me up from my deep sleep. I walked down the stairs with eyes that were half opened still drowned in the lake of drowsiness when the striking red – colored calendar shocked my eyes. ’22 December’ was the date on the calendar. I smiled upon seeing the date. It was mother’s day. Every year, my younger brother, younger sister and I always plan something special for our mother on this beloved day and this year I was planning to do something different. No more gifts, just a simple dish cooked by the hands of my siblings and me. On that bright and happy day, the three of us made our way to the supermarket located next to our house. Excitements and enthusiasm were flowing in every cell in our bodies. All we could think of during that shopping time was that unforgettable smile that would form on her lips when she was on cloud nine. After buying all the ingredients need to cook our family specialty, we went back home and headed to the kitchen.
Unwrapping the plastic bag containing the ingredients, I threw a glance at the clock and realized that it was already 5 p.m. One hour before mum’s arrival. As the captain of this plan, I put my younger brother and younger sister on the task that each of them was good at. I played the role of a chef and in charge of the cooking and seasoning while they were in charge of cutting, chopping, and preparing the ingredients. Pots clang, oil sizzled and soon our tiny kitchen was filled with the aromatic smell of the meatballs and spaghetti, our family specialty. Suddenly I heard a familiar clacking sound coming from high heels shoes. It was my mother. ‘‘Just in time,’’ I told my self with a content smile. In the count of three – one, two, three, the three of us shouted “Happy Mother’s Day!” when mum opened the door.
She looked surprise as well as happy but not the kind of happiness that I expected her to express. She expressed her gratitude and embraced us in her warm hug. The three of us had our dinner on the second floor with joy. But the atmosphere changed when mum said that she had a bad feeling and wanted to have rest. The three of us exchanged looks in the silence, each wondering what on earth was bothering mum’s mind. The three of us then started cleaning the dining room and heading to the kitchen to wash the dishes. My younger sister with plates stacked on her hands led the way and I was following her from behind with a glass pot on my hand. Deep in thought I didn’t pay attention to the stairs and the lid of the pot slipped out of my hand. The lid fell with a resounding crash in the quite night. The lid broke into pieces that scattered all around the floor. To my surprise, one of the tiny pieces of glass entered the surface of my sister’s eyes.
I looked at her. Panic was written all over her face. I was too shocked as I could hardly say a word. I was lost worry and engulfed with much guilt. Upon hearing the thunderous crash, my mum rushed towards us and asking about the accident. I was forced to explain but to no avail. Mum stared hard at me, forcing me to explain what happened to my sister as my brother came and comforted me. Tears flooded my eyes. Without wasting another minute, we rushed to the hospital hoping that she wouldn’t go blind. My younger brother, mother, and I waited anxiously outside the emergency room. Upon seeing me, her eyes only got frostier, the air colder.
“It is all because of you”, said my mum with a serious tone. I could sense anger and blame in her voice. On the other hand, I truly hope that my younger sister would forgive me for my recklessness. After an hour, the doctor came out of the emergency room with a sigh of relief. Thanks God my sister didn’t go blind. I ran to the emergency room, with a pang of guilt and asked for forgiveness from my younger sister. All she gave me was a smile and comforted me by saying that it wasn’t my fault when mum walked into the room. She patted me on the shoulder and said, “Sorry for blaming you earlier”. I faced her and gave her a smile. As we went home with a huge sigh of relief, I promised myself to never again do something reckless in my life.
University/College: University of Arkansas System
Type of paper: Thesis/Dissertation Chapter
Date: 21 October 2016
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