The most frightening day of my life
It was a Friday morning. I didn't want to wake up until I remembered that it was a Friday. Fridays are the best days for me as it was not only the weekend but also I had art class on Fridays.
I quickly wriggled out of bed and went into the bathroom to refresh myself. After I was done I got changed into one of my favorite outfits. It was a red and white jumpsuit with a pink t-shirt underneath. Then I brushed my hair and put it up in a high ponytail before I had my breakfast. My mom had prepared milk and cereal for me. She usually makes something more special for the weekends but I think she was in a hurry that day since she woke up late and had classes to give.
After finishing my breakfast I went to my room to pack up my bag for my art class. I don't like making my bag too heavy so I take just a few things - my pencil box, watercolors, brushes, a bottle of water, my phone and of course my drawing copy.
I always walk to my art class alone since it's not too far. So, I slung my bag on my shoulder, took a last look in the mirror and left the house. I left early that morning so that I could be the first one in the class.
I had been talking to my teacher when a few other students came into the class. Usually our teacher would draw something on the white board and we would copy it in our copies and color it. But that day our teacher told us to draw the first thing that came to our minds and draw it with the help of our imagination. She said that it would help grow our imaginative power. The first category that struck my mind was still life so I drew a bowl of fruits on a table. I colored it with bright colors and shaded it with a darker color to give it some more dimensions.
I have some aunts who are interestingly around my age and their house is right next to my art class. I really wanted to hang out with them that day so after finishing my art class I packed up my bag and went to their house. But I made a really big mistake by forgetting to call my mom to tell her that I would be late. So while I was having fun with my aunts my overprotective mom was freaking out at home. I think she forgot that I had my phone with me. If she had known, I think, she would have called me. But instead of calling me she called my aunt to see if I was with them. After she was sure I was safe she told me to be back by 1pm but I was having too much fun at my aunt's house and I lost track of the time. And by the time my mom called me again and it was already 2:30pm. But I already had lunch at my aunt's house. I told my mom that I was not going home until 3pm.
When it was time for me to go home, my aunt's mom dropped me off at my house since it was really late and the roads were totally empty at that time. We live on the fourth floor of a building so she dropped me off by the building and left. When I reached the fourth floor and rang the bell my mom opened the door with a disturbed face. She took my bag from me and just shut the door in my face. And I could hear telling me from the inside: " If you like hanging out with your aunts so much that you forget about your mother then why don't you go ahead and live with them?"
I stood there for a second and tried to understand what was going on. I knew what she was like and I got scolded at a bunch of times but I had never seen my mom that angry before. In other words she was furious. Her punishment for not listening to her was different from other moms. She did not beat me but she just did not let me in the house for a whole hour. I was totally petrified. This happened when I was 11 so I really thought she would not let me in the house no matter what would happen.
My grandma lived on the 3rd floor but I was afraid that my mom had told her about it as well and she would be mad at me too. My uncle and aunt lived on the 6th floor but they were not home that day and I didn't even have my phone so I couldn't call anyone. My dad was not home either. He was out buying groceries for the month. So I did not have any other choices than to just stand there until my dad came home as my mom is a very stubborn person and I knew that she was not going to change her mind.
I just stood there in silence. Tears were running down my cheeks. I cried so much that I actually had hiccups. I was thinking about the morning when I thought it would be a great day. Then between my thoughts I heard footsteps. It was my dad! I saw him carrying two bags full of groceries. You cannot imagine how happy I was to see my dad. I rushed down the stairs and gave him a long hug. When he saw me in tears he asked me what happened and I told him the whole story.
He then opened the door with the extra pair of keys he had and we both went in and sat down at the dining table. My mom was in the bathroom which gave me enough time to explain what happened again but this time in details. After that my dad gave me something to eat. I was actually starving but I did not feel it as I was scared to the bone. I just gobbled up what he gave me to eat. Probably after ten or twenty minutes my mom came out of the shower drying her hair. And you won't believe how angry my dad was. This is exactly what he said: "how dare you not to let my daughter in!"
We both then went to my grandma's house and it turned out that my mom had not told her anything about what happened. And that's when I realized how much an idiot I had been. Even if my mom told my grandma what had happened my grandma would still let me in no matter what I had done. Because, let's be honest, grandmas love their grandchildren more than anything else. Like suppose you get a low grade in a test and you are afraid that your mom will be mad at you, just tell your grandma and see it is she who will save you from getting a punishment.
So after I told her what had happened she was also really mad at my mom. And I mean REALLY mad. That night mom had a serious discussion with me and now being a 13 year old I can see why mom was so mad at me. That night I promised mom that I would always listen to her and she promised me that she would never give me such a harsh punishment scaring me to near death.
Well, that's my story about what happens to me if I have too much fun and yes it is a true story and yes I really did get locked out by my mom.
The writer is a fifth grader at Heritage School, Narayanganj