One thing that mothers cannot take is to see their precious child slip out of their grasp like grains of sand. It’s the most heart breaking experience for any mother. Mother’s don’t take disappointments very well, especially if coming from their favourite ‘glass-child’ – the one they praise every chance they get.
How do I know all this?
I can see it in my mother’s eyes. Ever since that day when Sim and mom had a fall out; they have not yet really spoken to each other. It’s all Sim’s fault; mom is trying to reach out to him. But Sim keeps snubbing her off, acting like a bad boy. You should see how he walks around the house as if he is a grown man, whistling and imitating the exact habits of our father.
I think this hurts mom even more. And he enjoys every moment of the torture he is putting her through.
And guess what the old man said when she asked him to talk to him: “Give the boy some time, he is just going through a phase. He will come around.”
Huh, how easy for him to say? It’s so easy to make little of situations when you are not the one dealing directly with it. I mean he is not the one who has to deal with Sim’s tempers, banging of doors, the yelling, the rude remarks, not mentioning the strange tendencies of leaving the house without telling anyone where he is off to.
He just gets back from school and goes god-knows-where to do god-knows-what only to come back when it’s dark. This is really getting to mom’s tethers; she can’t bear it no more!
“Where does he eat? Does he even eat at all? Oh, Zinzi please talk to him?” the desperation in my mother’s voice scares me.
But I know Sim won’t listen to me. Mother thinks that just because I am his sister and I haven’t failed him yet, he will listen to me. I’m not convinced.
You know why?
Coz I do the same when I’m hurting. And so does mom. And so does dad.
It’s like everything she says falls onto deaf ears, otherwise we wouldn’t be sitting here like some old women waiting for their long lost sons. He isn’t home yet. We tried calling his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. We went to all his friend’s houses in the neighbourhood, called the ones from school, to no avail.
This is not funny anymore. When I see him, as soon as he walks through the door, I will tell him exactly what I think of him. I can’t be sitting here stressing over him and his whereabouts whilst I should be studying and putting my assignments to sleep.
Selfish brat! I hope he gets a good spanking!
ZZ xxx
Dish it: What do I say to Sim when we find him?