Last Words

Photo Credit: BaileyRaeWeaver via CC Flickr

Photo Credit: BaileyRaeWeaver via CC Flickr

Sometimes, some things are better left unsaid….

One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She’d had a fight with her best friend that day and it hadn’t turned out well at all.

“Sara!” her mom yelled. “What are you doing? You know to do your chores right when you get home! And you’re late!”

“Coming, Mom!” Sara yelled, getting up and stomping towards the kitchen. “What?” she snapped as her mother gave her a stern look, annoyed.

“You’d better straighten up your attitude, young lady,” her mom warned, “or you’ll be grounded.”

“Whatever.” Sara began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as she possibly could. A plate cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed.

“Sara!” her mom exclaimed. “How dare you use that language! Go to your room!”

“No!” Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she was using to wipe the blood off her hand.

“Do you want to say ‘no’ one more time and see what happens?” her mom asked. She looked furious.

“Sure,” Sara said sarcastically. “No.”

“How dare you!” Her mother slapped her.

Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her mom. She had never hit Sara before.

“I HATE YOU!” Sara screamed before running out of the house.

“Sara, get back here!” her mom yelled, running after her.

“Leave me alone!” Sara screamed, running across the street. “I HATE YOU!” she screamed again. She continued running until she heard the sound of screeching tires and a scream. She turned around,hoping that it wouldn’t be what she thought it would be….

People were crowding around Sara’s mother, who was laying in the middle of the street, looking broken, bloody.

“NOOOO!” Sara screamed, running over and pushing through everyone to kneel by her mom. “Oh no, oh no….”

Her mom wasn’t moving or breathing. She was gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to the sky, sobbing so hard it hurt.

She couldn’t believe the last words she had spoken to her mother were “I hate you”.

We all need to be careful how to react to our family, friends and loved ones when we get mad. Remember, when we tell people that we hate them, or any other rude thing, remember it might be the last thing you ever say to them.

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6 thoughts on “Last Words

  1. A 15-year old kid should be allowed to express herself in a slightly (!) inappropriate manner still, now and then – adults should make amends for adolescents.
    Never forget, you were not so perfect once yourself!

    All this “do not say a bad word”-attitude is leading to nothing else but suicides, amok-runs and eating disorders, if you ask me. And ulcers.

    The girl in your story cursed because she broke a plate. Not because she yelled at her mom to offend her or attacked her in any other way. That is what adults do in that situation, too. Just saying.

    If you ask me, this mom in your story did not behave like the cool-.headed adult she feigned to be. This working herself up because her daughter cursed was not helpful.
    Snapped at her needlessly aggressive instead of asking her daughter what was the problem. Not very adult. But very selfish.
    Her mom obviously used her daughter to vent some of her frustration she had built up over the day, which was not helpful in bringing her daughter down either. This condemnation of the kid is very onesided!
    MOM let HER anger get the better of her, used physical violence,when SHE should have known words to use, and she ran after her daughter thoughtlessly. You do not slap your kid. Unless your kid does it that is, and you have to protect yourself or somebody else.

    I am not saying you cannot put up rules for a teenager – but this way was leading nowhere. And the mom was to blame cos SHE should have known better.
    No, I do not think that her behaviour should be followed by death penalty either. But it’s not fair to heap extra-guilt on normal kid behaviour.

    Scenes like this quarrel happen. All the time, Throughout the world. And it is not the best part of memories between kids and parents. Never. There is no way to change the rebel puberty-victim. And slaps are not a good method of education. .
    Just my thoughts about your story.

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  2. Whatever the logical research on the plot of this story, a fiction or true incident. It leaves a simple message : Be kind to people always, we dont know when is our last moment or the one who’s with us. Sad one though.. Thanks for sharing this. Spread peace and love.

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