My mother's tears were sacrificed for my desire for adventure and independence. She once punished me for being home late by putting my vehicle in her storage facility. I acted like any other kid my age (17). I took the unit's keys in an attempt to get my vehicle back, but what I saw inside broke my heart like glass. Are you devoted to your mom? What an absurd inquiry! Getting home was something I feared quite a bit. As soon as I stepped in, my mom started asking me questions. Hey, Eddie, where were you?
Do you have an excuse for being tardy? Oh my goodness! Her overbearing worry was stifling me, and I didn't know why. My life would have been perfect if I could go back in time and hear her reprimand me with all the knowledge I have today.