Our Last Family Dinner
Mint RoseFamilial BondAfter DeathFeel-Good StoryHypocrisyMale POVFamily EmotionsRemorse FamilyFace Slapping
All because I talked to a girl from school, my parents decided I was too young to date and sent me to a behavioral correction camp over winter break. I spent 14 days there before they came for me.
When Mom reached for my backpack, I flinched and dropped to my knees. "Mom, I'm sorry. I'll carry my own things. Please don't touch me. You're the opposite sex."
Her expression soured. "I told you to watch out for girls out there, not treat your own mother like one of them."
I kept my head down and said nothing, because responding to the opposite sex was also a violation.
On the drive home, Dad noticed me sitting rigid and perfectly still. He laughed, pleased. "Look at him. He's so well-behaved