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The two paths which are set for us
The two paths which are set for us
By: David Loredo on 10/18/2003; 9:32 PM
I had just awaken when i was dragged in to the kitchen.
"listen up"
and so i did.
"Patty! come, see how smart your boy is."
Two cups were set infront of me.
"Dad im not thirsty"
"shut up you!"
My mother had just walked in when my father was filling the cups. She just stared. Stared at the two cups. One was tall and skinny the other short and round.The water was high and plentifull on the skinny one ,while the short one had the about a half an inch filled.
"chose"
IT was not the first time my father had waken me up in the middle of the night with some stupid test. But at this one i was puzzled. I wondered, is this normal behavior in a famaly? why is my mom crying? why cant i seem to chose a cup. Why is he so angry...
"chose! now!"
And so i did.
"Dad you work and give mommy money to buy food, ur probably more thirsty then me since you just came home from work, u take the skinny one with the more water in it."
and so i tried to pick up the big, short cup to try to drink the water to show my father that i was thristy. But i droped it....
"look what you did you stupid boy! Go to your room."
I cried, feeling as if nothing was ever going to be good enough for my father.
Mommy cried and father yelled, and i with a pillow over my head tried to sleep.
Next day i told Miss Maccamon what happened.
"Youre a good boy david, Youre a good boy...."
My life is just another ripple in an endless sea. But with faith and alot of courage, the smallest ripple can over power the biggest wave. This isnt fiction , it really happened. My life has been a never ending struggle to show father that im not just another moron, and frankly im tired of it. Ms Maccamon was the first person to ever say i was a good boy and for that i thank her.My father no longer lives with us and mother... she still crys.I wrote this for people who struggle with stereotypes, people whos intellect is repressed for fear of judgement, people who havent chosen a cup yet...
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