By Kent V Anderson
My mother worked as a waitress during the day, and had another job at night, just to pay for my college. I didn’t pay much attention to her sacrifice. I wasn’t a good student, I liked drinking more than studying.
I needed to grow up.
Once, my friend John and I got drunk and started a bar brawl. Another time I smashed my car against a tree.
I needed to grow up.
Then there was the time that John took me to a bordello. The ladies lined up in front of us. One of them was my mother.
I grew up.
This is good..sometimes you need a little slap on the face to wake up..
Good one. That would certainly be a wake-up call. People do indeed make sacrifices for us/others and sometimes we notice.
This caught me totally by surprise. It was like a jolt. I’d like to see more by this author.
Love the ending! I guess that would make you grow up! Good story. 🙂
Thank you everyone. My mother thanks you also. 😉
I very seldom comment but this story demands a response–good job
Nice one!
I like your style. Do you think you could write something about a robot?
Great story mate, didn’t see that coming at all
I really enjoyed this story, particularly its rhythm. Great job!