“Do not be angry all the time, Mom!” I excitedly teased her. “Don’t play! The courtyard would be all muddy “, she replied. I saw her standing in front of the door looking at me. “Fania …!” My mother called when she saw me playing in rain. But it turned out to make a major changes which I never thought before. So my mother would not get angry all the time. Initially, I just intended to make a joke.
Until one day, I accidentally said what suddenly was crossed in my head. Because of that, too, I often argued and kept playing in rain. She was the most nagging, and after that she also had her own anger. “Hmm… You are so naughty…”, she complained.Īlthough my mother often scolded me, but she never once hit me. “How are you not to be angry ?! You never listen to my talk!” Said my mother. Don’t be angry” I said, lifting my hands in front of my chest. She glared at me making me shudder with fear.īut basically I never took mother’s anger seriously. But if I got caught, I just needed to reply to her tirade with a grin.
In fact, I often hid when I saw the aura of my mother was full of anger. But usually I would run away before getting scolded. I did not want to care that if after that my mother would be nag and angry. I was running, then sticking my tongue out, to get water. So I could feel the cold drops of water falling on my body. So every time the rain came, without thinking, my feet were running toward the uncluttered courtyard. I was a young age that would not want to know. I never heard or ignored my mother’s words although she forbid and reminded me not to play in rain. The previous days I always played and ran in the rain. It was not the first time I had received my mother’s tirade, but it had been so many times. In fact, their mothers were allowed them to play in rain” I growled. “Arrghhh… I was just playing in the rain but she was very angry with me! The other friends’ mothers were just all right. I was a child that could not think of anything else other than that hate of my mother. I was very angry hearing my mother’s nagging. But look at yourself now, all is dirty! The court is also so muddy!” Said my mother that seemed annoyed. But I just want to be like other friends, playing in the rain.”I argued. “I told you so many times that do not play in rain! Like this! The yard gets all muddy! “She snarled. I am sorry Mom” I said later, realizing it was in line with the shape of my feet. I looked at her closely seeing the size of the footing.
This time toward the dirty floor, because the clay that forms like the soles of the feet. “Keep looking at it! Your traces are everywhere! “The mother pointed out again.