Son

“I remember one time when we were playing hide and seek. You hid in the closet, and the closet would not open. We spent the next 30 minutes looking for you.” I said to my friend while reaching for a glass of soda his mother prepared.

“Yeah, mother then proceeds to hug me while tears are falling down her face, telling me not to do that again because I was her precious gem. I remember my hair was soaked with her tears. She keeps on telling me that I am beloved.” he replied as he took a sip on the soda bottle he was holding.

I was visiting a childhood friend of mine in his parent’s house. He sent me a message, asking me if I can pay him a visit someday. He’s still living with his parents and has no job.

“Hey ma! Do we still have some cookies?! Can you bake some for us?! Or maybe a cake?! And oh, I forgot to tell you about my unwashed underwear!” my friend shouted.

“You bake it yourself you lazy son of a bitch!” his mother shouted back at him.

I almost choked on a liquid I was gulping.

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