Slice of Life

Slice Of Life: Tuesday

My mouth watered as my mom entered the room with a sizzling stake in a frying pan. She slipped it on my plate and I quickly pierced my fork into the meat and cut a piece off. “So, did you do anything interesting at school today?” My mom asked me as she sat down in front of her plate of meat. “Well, we saw the inauguration of Obama getting sworn in.” I managed to say in between munches and bites. “Really?” She said. I looked up from my plate, that wasn’t her usual, sarcastic, “wow-I-can’t-believe-it” answer. She had her happy but serious face on; witch meant she was really concerned about something. “Yeah, even dough it had a pretty bad signal.” I chuckled.

I suddenly remembered how some boys had told me to move because I was sitting on these cables witch supposedly made the signal worse, and every time someone else sat on them, my name was called again, ordering me to get off the cables. My smile dropped into a frown. “Dumb old boys.” I said. I continued about the rest of it, not mentioning the cable part, and my mom didn’t suddenly stare into the air or look away. I told her about how the singer there almost had to put the microphone into the collar of her jacket of how big it was, and how funny it was to see all the rest of the citizens with big, expensive-looking jackets when Obama only had a suit on and his wife had a short yellow dress. My mother listened closely until finally, the part when Obama was sworn in, and that part was the only part, with a good signal.