My childish, chicken scratch carved the words, “i love cooper,” into a mini notepad. Upon reading the full statement, a sense of panic enveloped me. Hurriedly, I climbed the nearest couch and jammed the secret deep between the tight cushions and went on with my day. I could have thrown it away or flushed it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence, but the remote always seemed to disappear into the couch without a trace, so why couldn’t my secret? That night, unbeknownst how, my parent’s had retrieved this note— probably while looking for the damn remote. “Zenah, come down here,” dad called with a harsh, stiff tone. Inviting my little frame into his open arms, he sat me firmly on his lap. When he showed me the note it clicked, his tone, his heavy, angry …show more content…
Yes. Valid question? Also yes. Growing up I’ve always been charming, funny,witty even, when speaking to my close friends and family, but as soon as someone unfamiliar tuned in, I became a ditzy mess. Savannah didn’t trigger some cliche, “reliving the moment,” kind of flashback, but the light memory did trickle through the heavy cobwebb-ery, slowly shown brighter, illuminating my mind and leaving me with three questions.
Before comprehending those, the foremost, reaction was this frustration, anger, and sadness of realizing the repercussions of that my dad’s lesson. Boiling inside like a pressure cooker, I wanted to whistle, screech, and confront him about how hard he’s made my life. Specifically, the difficulty of have simple conversations with my peers, teachers, coaches— even the cashier at the grocery store, asking if I wanted my