Entry #58

Mom Knows Best
by R.R. Rapoza


It's over, it's finally over.

Mothers are always right.

"You wouldn't like it if someone did that to you!" She would always say.

I stood outside stunned at the contrasting scene before me. The sky was filled with beautiful clouds and the moon appeared on the verge of peaking through. I found it very hard to reconcile that sky with the destruction I was seeing. Tree limbs, roofing shingles, garbage cans, and even a large picnic table were scattered everywhere in our yard. I wondered who it belonged to and if they would ever have another picnic. A huge oak tree lay sprawled across the road stopping less than ten feet from our front door.

I recalled how scared I had been when the wind was at its worst. The trailer shook so violently, I thought the whole thing would be lifted up and carried away. It was as if a giant were outside and this time I was the hamster. Our trailer, my cage. I prayed for his mother to come along and stop him. Hearing the loud crash outside even mom had lost her cool for a second.

"We're going to die," she'd muttered.

Recalling those words now, chilled me to the bone. I looked skyward, and promised to never shake my hamster's cage again.

It's over, it's finally over.

"Get your ass back in here!" dragged me from my thoughts.

"What is it mom?"

"This is just the eye!"

Mothers (gulp), always right.


[When not writing R.R. Rapoza consistently shows he is not brilliant on his far from serious blog, Brilliant Donkey.]