Loud, Ambitious, Extraordinary. Those were words you would use to describe his mother.
Not, Patient, nor Endearing, or Comforting. His mother was not those things.
She was the leader of this house. Always making the calls. Running the business and what goes down in the house.
Even though his dad did a lot of the work for the company publicly, or doing PR work. Mom always called the shots and made the bug important discensions. IT was her job.
And someday it would be his.
Thats what she told him.
“Your gonna grow up to heir the company.” She would coax into almost every night.
He would be smart, and successful. People would listen to him, he would always be the loudest in the room.
He needed to be perfect.
Thats what mother told him.
And Mother knows best.
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Flash sat in the small library near his house.
It wasn’t the fanciest place ever, but it was quite and the perfect place to study that wasn’t too far away.
His ELA teacher had instructed him to read more since he seemed to have more trouble than most of the other students.
So thats what he was doing. He was getting better so his parents would be proud.
When he came home, there was a loud yelling.
Its was loud and the yelling was more like shouting and the shouting was more like screaming.
It was coming from his house and he bet the entire neighborhood could hear.
Rushing to open the door Flash found that it was unlocked, and sliding open the door heat rushed to his body and what already seemed like loud shouting became even louder.
Dropping his bag Flash covered his ears. It wouldn’t help but it was a small reflex.
It was his mother. All the screaming and yelling came from his mother.
Foul and Angry words.
He’d never seen his mother this mad, or has heard his mother this loud before.
His parents never yelled. Even when they were mad. When they were angry it was never verbal. Just little bits of physical anger. And shouting was never a thing that has happened.
Maybe dad would raise his voice a bit or he would curse but mother never raised her voice.
So his mother must have been really mad.
And Flash wanted to know why.
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Mother knows best.
Thats why they got divorced. Why Flash was told that we could never see his father ever again.
Father did something bad. He was a bad guy. She had told him he was a horrible person (maybe with more foul language). And Flash believed her cause she knows best.
Thats why she never came home until after 2am.
Thats why the once little time he got to see her was gone.
Thats why empty bottles of alcohol littered the house.
Because Mother knew best.
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He stayed up late studying every night.
He started cleaning the house every weekend.
He made breakfast for her in the mornings.
He got back into art.
Did mother notice.
Did mother care?
Mother did not know best.