This week’s Red Writing Hood prompt: Is there someone who drives you crazy? Write a first-person piece – as if YOU are this individual. Write from his or her perspective and include the things that really bother you.
Mom. I am seven years old. Seven. I know, I KNOW, that you hate the eye-rolling. I get that it bugs you when you say my name five times before I look up from my book. I actually do understand that you would rather have me eat with the business end of my fork instead of trying to get rice to adhere to the handle.
It is not that easy to be me, ok? Sitting still at dinner is hard. Keeping my room clean is hard. Listening to the teacher boss me all day, and you all night, is HARD. And then when I try to get things my way, you yell at me! I mean, did you even see the way Ben was looking at me? You would’ve pushed him off the couch, too!
What more do you want from me? You were seven once, right? When you were seven, did you always agree with everything your mom said? Did you ever just want to be left alone when she wanted you to set the table? Don’t you remember how adults always seemed to want you to be a kid when you were trying to be your most grown-up self, and then wanted you to act like a grown-up just when you were the most tired or having the most fun?
That’s what I thought.
You’ve seen my eyes after you tell me you don’t like my attitude. You know how much I still want to make you happy, Mama. I am trying.