I am still afraid of my mother. And it’s not because she’s 5 foot 8 or she hit me with a pastel pink belt when I was 10 years old. I deserved the whooping. Always a picky eater and a clever little girl, I had the brilliant idea to hide pieces of boiled platanos inside a napkin. After staring me down for about an hour, forcing me to eat, Mami couldn’t hold her urine anymore. She ran to the bathroom, and I took that opportunity to dispose of the yucky plantains.
From my seat, I flung the stuffed napkins toward the window. I became a pro basketball player and hit every shot. Flying out the window, went theplatanos. I was victorious!
“Sujeiry!!!” I heard my mother shout from the bathroom. Only the voice wasn’t coming from the bathroom. I crept up to the kitchen window and saw her menacing stare. She had popped her head out of the bathroom window to spy on me. Mami was always one step ahead.
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