Prompt
My son came home crying after spending the weekend at his mother’s, but he
wouldn’t tell me why.
Botner
He was never very clear about what happened to him there. He hated to talk
about it, so I had to pry it out of him. “Mom, there was a bear,” he said. A
bear? “Mom, it ripped me apart and ate my tail, and the bear was a monster!”
Something was different. My mind kept clicking back to the bear, and I
realized my son had a horror story to tell. “Sylar?”
I tried to listen to him, but there was something in his tone of voice that
told me he didn’t want to tell me. “The bear ate my tail off. It went down
the throat and ripped through the skin. There’s nothing there anymore, Mom.
It’s not my tail anymore. It’s no longer me. There’s nothing.”
I stared at him, wanting to believe him. But I knew better. I picked him up
and held him. “But I just saw you that day. You’ve got your tail, baby. I
saw it.”
He smiled at me and squeezed me. “Mom, don’t you believe me? It’s just a
story that people tell so they can scare kids and get their money.” A kid
shivering in the woods, not knowing what happened to him, unable to tell me
anything about it? I wondered if his mother had made him write that story.
That was the only reason a six-year-old boy would lie to his mom. He wasn’t
telling the truth.
Conclusion
My ex-wife and I have a pretty decent relationship on the whole, but things
get a little competitive when it comes to our son. It’s like she wants to
throw me off my game, and make it hard for me to get him to be honest with
me when it’s my time with him. We have a complicated schedule. I have him in
my tree for the five weekdays, and then she gets him for the weekend, and
then we do it again, except I hold onto him for that next weekend, and she
ends up with the weekdays after that. I don’t know why we came up with that.
Or ya know what, I think I do. This is just another way for her to control
where he is, and what he does. As squirrels, we have to be really careful
about how we raise our children, or we really will get eaten by bears. I
guess she thought I would be scared he was telling the truth, and he truly
was attacked by a bear. I have to get her back somehow, as petty as that
sounds. Perhaps I’ll steal her winter nuts.
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