The most irritating part of anyone’s life is the start of the week. When you are suddenly throw out to your cubicle. But this Monday was the same for me. I had to reach my training center, they were paying me for not even doing anything. This was the last month of my training in Alpha-3 Info-tech and there was no possibility of me being selected for a Project.
I dressed up in my regular attire. My workplace was a bit far from my house, but all my friends live over here. So i opted to live here. Strictly speaking i didn’t require the job or a project, but if i will go to my home. There is a great possibility that i will get married. So i had to do this. Every single word of my mom was audible to me when i stood in the front of the mirror.
It was already 7:18 and i had to reach the stop by 7:22. The only bus to my workplace was scheduled at 7:22. I reached the stop, 2 min before the Bus. When the bus came, everybody rushed in and i was left at the back. I could have too moved ahead, but there was no point as the bus was empty enough. I checked a guy checking me out, i don’t know whether he was smiling at me or something else. I moved into the bus and checked for the available option that i have. But bad luck, there were not many seats left so i sat along with the guy who was checking me out.
I haven’t seen him before on the bus and this was the only bus on the route. And his happy mood specially on Monday morning was telling only one thing that he is new to the bus and to the company. I looked at him, he was looking at his watch. He was looking very energetic so i opted not to involve in talk with him. I preferred to listen to my I-POD, thanks to Mr. Jobs. But speaking truly, he was good looking and i was still imagining him starting talks with me. But i never wanted to start the conv., as this could have my point weaker.
When I was in high school in 11th grade, I was taking college prep classes and it was a normal day. I got up at 6:00 am and got ready for school. My father was a carpenter and had already left for work. My mom had made us breakfast so I ate the pancakes and got my books ready for school. I grabbed the books off my bed and went out to my car, which was a 1980 Ford Fiesta that had been passed down from my brother. As I got into my car, my Mom came out and yelled at me that I had to go pick-up my cousin. I went and picked her up and we headed off to school. School went like a normal school day and we got on the bus to go to the career center for our college prep classes. When we pulled up to the front entrance everyone got off the bus and went into their classes. As I entered my classroom, the principal called for me to report to the office as soon as possible. I told the teacher that I would be back because I had to go to the office. As I went down the hallway to the office I was trying to figure out what I was being called to the office for. When I got to the office, I opened then door and everyone was looking at me. I got this horrible feeling in my stomach that made me want to vomit. The principal told me that I had a phone call on line 1. As I picked up the phone, my Aunt told me that their had been an accident and my Dad was in the hospital. I started crying as my Aunt explained what had happened. My Dad and his brother Doyal had been trying to move an old truck that had been sitting for years. They needed it moved so they could start constructing a shed that the guy had wanted built. My Dad had decided that it would be easiest to move the truck by pulling it out with his truck. My dad grabbed the chain and hooked it to the old truck and told my uncle to back his truck up to it. My uncle was backing up and the throttle stuck and pinned my Dad between the two bumpers. Both his legs got broken and the left leg was a compound fracture where the bone sticks out of the leg. The next few months was spent taking care of my father.
Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip before he pulled out of the driveway. The last time he saw her was on his eleventh birthday, she looked beautiful as she carried his cake out singing the whole way. They were best friends back then. Chris was her accomplice when she went on wild manic shopping sprees, he would help her hide the purchases all over the house so his father wouldn’t see them. Sometimes she kept him home from school just to go to the movies with her. She didn’t have many other friends, could never really lock in to the whole suburban housewife thing with Tupperware parties and PTA, so she shared all of her secrets with Chris. He felt the burden of this special friendship and always made sure to listen to her and respond like a grown-up, even when he didn’t really know what she was talking about. He knew she wasn’t happy so he felt that her being there was temporary. She despised his father and made no secret of this to Chris, so he never really trusted that they would stay married. He liked to think if she left she would take him with her, but on some level he knew he would be left behind, so he checked every morning to make sure the twin bed in the room she shared with his father was slept in. The morning after his birthday when he went in to conduct his routine inspection, he found the bed untouched and her closet empty. The closet looked so big and white without her colorful wardrobe bursting out of it. Chris sat down inside and leaned against the wall trying to go to another place like in the “Chronicles of Narnia,” hours later he emerged cramped and empty, realizing she was really gone. As time went by she became no more than a strange voice on the phone every couple of years, a random Christmas card with no return address. He became indifferent; he simply removed that part of him that loved her. Years later he tracked her down using the internet and started sending her money. It made him feel good to write a check with no note attached as if she was a bill he had to pay.
Chris wasn’t surprised when she called. He had been expecting it for years. He knew she would eventually want something more from him than a monthly check. The phone rang late and no number registered on the Caller ID, classic signs of a call from Mom. Without emotion Chris picked up and said “Hello,” and could hear her shallow breathing on the other end. He sat there for a while, not feeling any pressure to fill the still air with words. She would come to him. Finally, the familiar gravely voice said, “Hi Chris, its Mom. I need to see you honey, I’m sick.” They agreed to meet halfway between their two homes at a “Denny’s” restaurant just off of the highway at exit 32A, only the best for Mom. He did not intend to drive past the exit, but as he did the dread that had been his companion all day, melted away. As Chris turned the radio up he realized that the words Janis Joplin was singing really were true, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”
- 1 Corinthians 15:14
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