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#30 - The Second Chance

 

 

        It was a ridiculous argument. It began when you took the last diet cola from the refrigerator. Your mother said those drinks were for her diet, and that there were other things in the refrigerator you could drink. You responded that you were a member of the family too, and were entitled to anything in the refrigerator. Your mother’s retort was that when you did your share of the work around the house or paid rent, then you would be entitled to anything you wanted in the fridge. 

        The whole situation decayed rapidly from there. Your mother said that no one in this house respected her belongings and that she works her fingers to the bone and for what? You shouted that she loved everyone else in the family more than you, and as soon as you had the money you were leaving and would never come back. Then, in a move calculated to do as much emotional damage as possible, you screamed in her face that you hated her, and wished she were dead. 

        With that, you raced out the front door, crashing it shut behind you. She retired to the bedroom and began ironing. 

        Everyone in the family could tell what kind of mood your mother was in by one of two things she would do. When happy and content, she would whistle Tommy Dorsey’s I’m Getting Sentimental Over You. At those times when she was stressed or sad, she would iron... 

 

 

 

Time is perceived as coursing a straight line. But there are those occasions, however rare when the ends of that seemingly infinite line will meet to form a circle.