Surviving the African Parent

  A big thank you to the lady who told me this story. She gave me a new view on babies thanks to an intriguing conversation. My little brother reached the stage that he copied everything that everyone said. As a result we were really, really, really careful. We once said poop in his presence and that comprised the majority of his vocabulary for one week! Back to the story. My mom always carried my brother with her to greet my dad whenever he came home from work. She always said "Welcome home honey" One day, as my dad came home, my brother broke free from my sister and I and ran up to our dad yelling "Honey! Honey! Honey!" at the top of his lungs. We were shocked. My mom was worried. My dad look faintly disturbed. How were we going to wean him off this?

 

  This is NOT my story. This story is thanks to an interview with a very amusing teen. It was night. I was sick.  Like vomiting and running temperature sick. I was in my parents room lying on the bed. And my mother was watching Telemundo. My dad said to take me to the hospital over and over again. She said after the episode finished. Five minutes passed and I felt it happening. My stomach began to churn. The room began to spin. AND I HURLED all over my mother and the bed. She screamed. My father laughed. And I hurled again. After cleaning up herself and the bed, she took me to the hospital. Guess who had the last laugh... my dad.

 

 

 

  This story was possible thanks to a friend of mine who finally admitted to her flaws. I guess you are wondering about the title. Let's get this straight. In my childhood, I had a habit of telling falsehoods... very often. It was my version of pranks back then, but you can just say I had an incurable lying problem...as at then. I was fond of my own version of the truth, as I said earlier. Hence, nobody believed me when I spoke most of the time. I lied that there was a frog in the kitchen... I lied I saw a scorpion... I lied that there was a snake in the backyard... I lied  a lot. Looking back, most of them were animal related, I wonder why. A day came, when I would pay for my lies... sort of. I was standing in the kitchen with my elder brother and my mom, when I saw a rat scuttle across the floor in the kitchen store. I screamed " RAT!!!!! " Of  course they ignored me. Jokes on them, this time there actually was a rat. And it was discovered when my brother almost stepped...