Enough Time

Prompt: Who were your parents when they were your age


This is a piece that I have started, it is still a work in progress.

Mom
17 years,that was enough right? Enough time to learn from them how to be an adult, enough time to hold many special memories, enough time...

I knew this could be it, last year Micheal was disowened by the family. Uncle Ian and Aunt Sherry mourned for the loss of their son. Honestly though, it made me sick staring at them. Sitting on stiff new couches, covered in black, and expecting people to play along with this religious "game". Why was being born into a Jewish family like this, consumed with themselves and false hope.

This had been my secret for 2 1\2 years though, lying to everyone who loved me was too hypocratical, especially being a Christian...That word, it's like sin, a swear in my house.

Dad
"Please, No; Please, No; Please, No...this cant really be happening..." These words were trapped in my mind, running through them like a broken record.

18 years, that was enough right? Enough time to show people I love them, enough time to learn how to survive on my own, enough time...

I knew this was coming, but when it did i hadnt expected my insides to tie bows, or my body to sweat. "What if i died!?" My mind kept screaming, turning into muffled cries underwater.

A young man and I crawled into my mom's lap to cry. The same that held me when I was a baby, or when I hurt myself when I was a boy. I had no choice, it was either the air force or prison.