Who Is My Mommy?

         One morning, just when I was preparing breakfast, I could hear my son pacing down the ladder in enthusiasm.

         “Daddy! Daddy!” he squeaked in happy voice.

         I instantly gave him a curious look. It was very unusual for his behaving like this, since every time I saw him before, all he did was sitting in front of my computer and browsing internet. He was such a quiet boy! Well, some people indeed said he was annoying (okay, I admit, most people did), but I never believe them. He was just a bit hyperactive sometimes, except when he was home. He always acted like a little angel here! Never had I seen him running around like other monkey children.

         Well, until now.

         “What’s wrong, sonny? You seem very happy today….”

         “I found a new word in internet today, so I asked Terry what is the meaning. And, and, and she said I should know it better than her, because I still have it! She told me to ask you!”

         “Oooh? What is the word anyway?”

         For my shock, he yelled out loud, “’Mother’!” I choked. My eyes bulged and my words caught on the throat. “What does it mean?” he continued, smiling sweetly.

         Dear God, please help me! I knew someday I had to tell him, but why must today? His mom had left me five years ago, since she bore him! How could I tell him that his mother didn’t love him anymore and preferred to live alone far, far away instead take care of her disturbing son?

         “Daddy! What is it means?!”

         I sighed. What choice did I have? “Son, I have to tell you something,” I said, as sternly as I could, and it indeed worked. He stopped jumping around and peered at me, confused.

         “Mother is someone who bore you,” I continued. “Mother, or Mommy you could say, is Daddy’s lover. Mommy is someone really important in this family. Without Mommy, you wouldn’t be here.”

         “But, if he is important, why I haven’t ever met her?”

         “It’s she! She left us after your birth. She… well, we had some arguments, she and I. And then, she went away… and never come back….”

         My son was silent for a moment. It seemed he was in thinking…. Oh God, I didn’t even dare to guess what was in his mind! No kids should ever face this kind of sad things. He was still too small!

         Then, he said something I never expected. “Can we meet her, Daddy? Now?”

         “Wh-what? Meet her?”

         “Uh-huh. Can we? Please?”

         I gulped. To be honest, I didn’t want to bring him to his mother. I wasn’t even sure whether she would welcome us openhanded. What if she shut her door right in front of our noses, just like she did on our last meeting? What would that effect my little son's growth?

         But, seeing his eyes looking at me hopefully pushed me to do something I couldn’t even imagine I would do.

         I called my wife.



         “Daddy, where are we going?”

         “Just a moment, son.”

         I was so nervous. It was the first time I met my wife again, and I still wasn’t sure she had forgiven me. I didn’t want to argue in front of my son. It would be very bad for his mental…. At least, I heard so.

         However, others said bringing children could make past arguments solved in peaceful way. I hope they are right. It might be an opportunity to end our problems forever….

         Well, anyway, we had arrived in front of her house. I parked my car, and before I could stop him, my son jumped off the car and ran to the house. A woman very familiar to me had been waiting there, and immediately hugged him as he was near enough.

         “Oh, sweetheart! Mommy had missed you so much!” she sobbed.

         My son seemed not happy with that treatment and coughed out-of-breath, but my wife failed to notice. “Yeah…. (*cough*) I also miss you. Can I (*cough*) get your name?”

         She leaned her heads in confusion. “My name? Laura Baskerville, that’s me. I glad you ask, my baby, but it isn’t important at all!” She hugged him harder. “What is important is... I love you so much!”

         Then her eyes moved to me. “I’m really sorry, honey…. My fighting with that stupid jerk (I bet she hadn't forgiven me...) made you suffer…. What kind of mother I am, giving my own son to an idiot?!”

         Okay, that wasn’t very nice to be heard. But as long as I could get my peace, I would try to be patient. So, I shut my lips tight, hoping my son was smart enough to return peace between us.

         “Mommy….”

         “Oh, it’s the first time you call me Mommy! Where’s my diary?! It must be eternized!”

         “But, Mommy….”

         “You would have any idea how I always dream about you! It’s such a pity it wasn’t real… though some were really realistic.”

         “Mommy….”

         “Oh, I need you very much, sweetheart! You are my entire life (she said that to me too before we got married…)! Tell me I’m also your everything, darling! Tell Mommy you also need Mommy!”

         My son, seemed had been very very impatient, sighed heavily. “Listen to me, woman. I don’t need you. All I need is your name, since I asked by Yahoo! when I intended to make an ID. I-don’t-need-you.”

         A dumbstruck silent filled the sky. My wife gaped at him in shock, and so did I. My son, however, seemed not realizing it. He jumped down casually, and walked back to the car. “Let’s go, Daddy! I finally can get my Yahoo!ID!”

         I eyed him in silence, then to my out-of-words wife, and then shook my head. “Son, you really are son of a b*tch….”



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PumpkinBlabber: Oh, how I love the last sentence (devilishly grinning)!