"Come on son let e’m have it!" the mom yelled enthusiastically. The son was sweating by now, by the pressure of what he was doing, and the additional pressure his mom was putting on him. The boy raised his knife and… chop. As soon as this was done he burst into tears. "Oh come on son, the onions aren't even close to being done yet, you’ve only made one cut in it, and stop sweating your making the kitchen floor all wet."--George
2 comments:
Wonderful snapshot of a boy and his mom. :-) It seems to be written on two levels: that of a simple memory and symbolic in the sense that his life hasn't even yet begun and there will be many more tears in the future.
This story is really good. It has a good lead. I want this story to coninue. The characters have a voice so you can see how the character is for example: the mom is not so much of a nice person because of her voice.
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