Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine May - Mother's Day Issue | Page 57

I was raised, and because you are
beautiful and respectable women.”
The women stood confused,
looking to one another. “My son called
a girl at his school the ‘B’ word, so I’m
teaching him how to be respectful to
women.”
“All right, Girl,” one of the workers
said, giving Superwoman a high-five.
Then Cynthia pulled him into the
center of the mall. “Ladies in the mall!
I have someone who wants to say
something to all of you,” Superwoman
yelled so loud Sean wouldn’t have been
surprised if the whole mall heard it.
“Momma!” Sean said as he yanked
on her yellow shirt trying to convince
his mother to stop. “Momma, please.”
He turned to make a fast escape, but
she grabbed him by the collar, yanking
him back. A large group of women—
some big, some petite, some old, some
young, some who were probably too
young to even understand the word—
formed a frightening circle around
him.
“My son, Sean Morris, called a girl
in his class the ‘B’ word the other day.”
Embarrassed, Sean covered his face.
Some of the women gasped,
covering their mouths and shaking
their heads. Then, one older women,
who was leaning on a cane, piped up,
“Shame on you young man!”
“What makes it worse is that he
got it from his father,” Superwoman
said with a big smile on her face and
a movie star twinkle in her eye. The crowd
gasped as though none of them had ever
heard of a father saying that word before.
“But he has something to say.”
Sean lowered his head, mumbling, “I’m
sorry for calling you—”
“Lift your head up so they can hear you,”
Superwoman instructed.
Looking up at all of those women who
looked like giants hovering over his little
body, Sean painstakingly expressed, “I’m
sorry for calling you all…,” he hesitated, “the
‘B’ word. I shouldn’t have done that because I
was raised better than that, and because you
are beautiful and respectable women.”
The women applauded. “It’s okay, Baby;
just don’t do it again,” said a woman with a
light complexion, kneeling down to hug him.
Finally a little bit of sympathy from somebody.
“Now ladies, if you would excuse us, we
have to get to the rest of the mall,” his mom
said, pulling him away from the clapping
crowd.
Sean’s face, lips drooping but eyes wide
enough to hold golf balls, reflected his alarm.
He was trapped in a horrifying nightmare.
Security!!
Dad wasn’t getting it all that bad. He
should’ve been right here getting it with me.
Man! That Superwoman—always using
her super powers. But one thing was certain
the “B” word was out of his vocabulary.