A personal memoir by Amina
down on the couch, not saying a thing. No “hello , how was your day?” No “what did you learn today?” But most importantly no word came out mama’s mouth Then I turned to my right and saw the TV on. The fox life still playing, same as how I had left it right when I came from school.I turned my head in a precise half circle and saw my huge purple backpack dumped on the floor next to the
kitchen door, with my science and math textbook sticking out.. Then a few thoughts crossed my mind. (1) Her job. Mama works as hard as an ant, 12 hours a day, with no rest. (2) That wasn’t it. This was something else. Something more important. Something I couldn’t think of.
I took a small step toward the couch. Then… 1,2,3,4,5,6one after each other. Finally there was one step left. I unsurely lifted my foot of the floor, my eyes inspected the room from floor to celling for right to left. There were two more inches left until my step was complete, but suddenly I herd a voice, echoing inside my head, avoiding my choices.
Unexpectedly a tear rolled down mama’s cheek, and slid down her neck. Oh no! Suddenly 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 all in one go. I straightened my hands keeping them parallel and lifted up mama’s feet of the couch making some room for me.
“ Grandfather had an car accident.” Mama’s voice replied shakily. I rubbed the tear out of my face and without tiring mama any more with my stupid questions lied down next to mama and closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. At that moment I hoped I could change something. The past.
Tic Toc! The phone rang. My mom quickly answered and surprised me with good news, and I fell on my back and went to sleep.