It’s a son’s job to make his mother happy

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Once she placed her second bag in the boot we got back into the car and drove back home. Mom thanked me again for spending the day with her as we entered the house, and, for putting up with her shenanigans. I let her know it was no big deal and that I would be leaving the house in roughly five minutes.

I wanted to get to Matt’s place a good hour before the time we were scheduled to leave for the party he’d invited me to earlier on. That way I could enjoy the pre-party. Moreover to my reasoning, I wanted to give mom and dad some alone time. I figured I’d give him a proper greeting on the next day.

Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and then headed off for her bedroom. I entered my bathroom to void my bladder. Then I stepped into my room, grabbed a black coat and headed back downstairs, where I grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge and jumped back into my car. “Oh yea,” I muttered as I stuck my key into the ignition.

I knew I was forgetting something-mom’s gift. I opened the glove box, pulled out the cased necklace and took it out of its bag. But then an unforeseen problem suddenly became apparent. How was I gonna get the gift to dad? Shit. I sat in my car and brainstormed as I sipped on my Red Bull.

Then a golden idea came to me. I’d simply go back upstairs, leave it in…let’s say; my desk drawer. And when dad calls me looking for it, I’d simply tell him where he could find it. Brilliant. I grabbed the dark blue box and opened the car door. But before I could get out the sound of my ringtone went off.

“Hmm.” I pulled out my smartphone, pressed the answer button and placed it against my ear. “Hello.”

“Nick, it’s me.”

“Oh, hey dad.” I recognized his voice. “Where are you? The airport? I’ve got mom’s gift in my hand right now.”

“Yea, that’s what I’m calling you about, bud.” He sighed. “I’m still in New York.”

My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t believe my ears. “New York? Dad, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” I shook my head.

“Yea, sadly…I’m not.”

“You were supposed to get on your plane last night.”

“I know, I know, son. But a problem came up in the stock market right before I could. And I needed to stay here, so I can weather the storm the company’s about to go through.”

Aww man. “Dad…mom’s gonna be crushed.”

“Yea, that’s why I called you.” He sighed. “I’m hoping that gift you bought her will cushion the blow.”

I raised mom’s gift with my left hand as I took a look at it. But then the subtext in dad’s last sentence suddenly dawned on me. “Wait a minute. You want me to tell her?”

“Do me this favour, bud.”

Aww man. Could this day become any more challenging? I sighed and dropped my head before I said, “Fine.”

“That’s my boy. I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“Cool.”

“Hopefully, I’ll see you in a month’s time…when business is a little bit better. Oh yea and Nick, tell Rachel I said I’m sorry.”

Once I said goodbye to dad and put my phone away, I pulled out a cigarette and sparked it in my car as I mulled over how I would break the news to mom. I also called Matt and told him I wouldn’t be able to make it to the party. I thought it was a better idea if I spent the night with mom, instead of her having to sit at home alone on the night of her anniversary.

I felt so sorry for her. And right then and there I made myself a promise; I’d never do what dad was doing to mom, to whoever my future wife would be. I extinguished my cigarette, took a swing of my Red Bull and grabbed mom’s gift before I climbed out of the car. Then I headed back upstairs, took a deep breath and exhaled before I knocked on mom’s door.

“This is gonna suck,” I muttered.

As soon as mom told me she was decent, I pushed the door open and stepped into her bedroom. I found her sitting at her dresser, dressed in a large light green robe. In addition, she was fixing her makeup in the mirror. I swallowed my spit and walked further into the room.

“What’s that in your hand, hun?” Mom placed her blusher back inside her makeup kit as I took a seat on the edge of her king-sized bed.

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