I thought I'd dedicate a story to my mother, and to all the readers who are mothers/soon-to-be mothers of little boys. This is for you, just remember that we don't cause trouble to make you cry.
09/10/2013 (Tuesday)- Tuesday Troubles
I was a troublemaker when I was a boy: spider-climbing between walls, standing at the edges of buildings, pulling every cats and dogs tail I could. My favorite, was hiding in the mall from my mother. I had this blind faith that no matter what, she would find me— despite all the tears it caused her.
Find me she did. Always.
One day I found the perfect hiding spot. A moving yellow tent with flower patterns, I hid underneath it. It was the fastest she discovered me, for the tent started screaming:
“THERE’S A LITTLE BOY HIDING UNDERNEATH MY SKIRT!”