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How could they think that? I could hear it. “Have your mom and dad been fighting a lot lately?” I looked up towards the deck next door to see if the mother had come out to glare at me. What parents gave empty threats and were too busy to help their own kids? Though he didn’t see, I rolled my eyes to the sky, wondering if the mom often gave her boys empty threats like this.
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“Mom says if I broke another window that she’d pull me out of baseball and take away my equipment forever.” I used a just between us voice, which only worked forty percent of the time. “Now.” I said sitting slowly “Can you tell me why you were scared you broke my window?” I lead him over to the patio where mom and I had some lawn chairs set up. He sniffled staring at it for a small minute before taking it and began making slurping noises, which I normally would’ve been grossed out by. I rush back out, so the ice pop didn’t melt all over my hand. The only thing I care about was making this kid feel better.
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I didn’t know if the kid’s mom even let him have sugar, or if she was one of those ‘progressive parents’ that only gave him the sugar free crap, but I didn’t care. I ran back into my garage and grab something I knew worked on my younger cousins and probably most kids in America. When you’re in trouble when you’re a kid and you know it, you pray the earth will open and swallow you. I knew that look, heck I had done that look. He looked towards his house, scared, like he knew someone was going to come out of there at any moment, then looked down at he ground. Hey what’s wrong?” I asked though I didn’t expect him to answer…at least not right away. I tried to keep my angry look but his look made me loose it Whoever made the rule that boys weren’t allowed to cry, I swear I wanted to meet only to slap them. Until I saw he was on the verge of tears…and fighting them trying to be a man Going to the bedroom, I felt the summer breeze and saw the blinds blowing slightly. Peeking through the blinds, I saw two of the boys running back to their house and the eldest boy standing there in shock.įeeling my face in heat up in anger, I marched out there, fully ready to tell him that this was the last straw and that how terrible a parent his mother was. It sounded like the crash that came from glass breaking. It wasn’t the usual crash like when my cat had knocked off something. One day, while mom was at work, I was getting ready to fix my lunch when I heard a crash come from the bedroom. That was the crap cake, the icing and the filling all in one. Well, she was tired of looking at it. I could hear her husband trying to tell her that it wasn’t their property and that he couldn’t just do it. Mom and I had planted it for my great-great grandmother, and it had long since died, but we never pruned it or got rid of it. One time, I heard them arguing about the rose bush in our backyard. They argued about the lessons the boys had to learn, what was best from them, and why we had gotten mad at the eldest son kicking a ball against our house.
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I’m fairly sure people in New York could hear them. The husband and wife decided to fight, and it wasn’t a fight that seemed to be kept in the home. They were annoying during the day, but they were especially annoying at night. I kept warning my mother that a window was going to get broken if we let them keep that they’d break aa window, but she assured me it wouldn’t happen. It was a whole family of neighbors.Ī mother, farther, and three boys who seemed to think our yard was their yard to play baseball in. I didn’t mind the first couple of times, but the fourth or fifth time is when it got annoying. Neighbors we love, neighbors we like, and then there are neighbors that really get under our skin.