A Second Chance (part one)

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“MOM! I told you not to touch my things! How many times do I have to tell you!” Nick shouted at his mom as she shrunk.

“I’m sorry, Nick. It’s just that your things were scattered everywhere and I thought you needed help cleaning up,” Nick’s mom answered.

“Well, don’t ever come into my room again! You got that!” Nick shouted for his mom to leave. Ugh. I wish she wasn’t like this. I wish she was never my mom. She so annoying. Nick thought as he slammed the door.

“Nick! I’m going out to the store do you want anything?” Nick’s mom shouted as she left the house into the pouring rain.

“Get me my favorites! You know what I want so why do you ask!” Nick yelled from his room.

A few hours passed and the rain outside only got stronger and Nick’s mom had not returned. But Nick did not think much of this because he did not care much about his mother and never appreciated her for the things she did for him so his life could be happy, even if it costs her her happiness. After a few more hours, there was a knock on the door. Nick shouted for his mom to answer the door. Nick soon realized that his mom was not in the house. The knocking only got stronger, so he went down and opened the door. In front of him stood a big policeman, Nick asked, “What are you here for. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m 16. I’m allowed to be home by myself. So, leave!”

“I am here to tell you some grim news. I am very sorry to tell you this, but your mother has passed away in a car accident a few hours ago. We got here late because of the rain and traffic. Is your father in the house right now?” the policeman explained.

“Yeah, right my mom isn’t someone to get into an accident. I think you have the wrong person. And my father passed away years ago,” Nick scoffed.

“You are Nick Richards, right? We are obligated to take you to the police station. You must come with us now,” the policeman stated. Nick had no choice but to follow the policeman to the station.

Once at the station, Nick saw someone around the same age as him and what looked to be his mother. Nick was introduced to them and was told that they were going to be his foster family. At first, Nick was shocked but after a few minutes he resented them and asked to live by himself. But the policeman said that he couldn’t because he had no stable income and couldn’t deal with his own money. Nick was forced to go with his foster family.

Once they got to the house Nick entered and was shown his room and stayed there the rest of the night. He was told that his belongs were going to be given to him in a week, so in the meantime he was going to share with his foster brother.

His foster brother, Mathew took numerous attempts to get Nick out of his room; one day Nick came out. The two did not get along because Nick was not willing to accept Mathew. Nick observed Mathew’s behavior around his mother and in his daily life. Nick realized that Mathew was doing chores such as washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. These were all the things Nick made his mom do. He also noticed that Mathew never got mad at his mom when she made a mistake or messed up his things. This was very strange for Nick as he never did anything to help his mom because he thought that it was his mother’s job to do the housework because that was what moms were born to do.

One day, Nick decided to approach Mathew and question him, “Hey, Matt. I have a question for you. Why do you help your mother with chores? Why don’t you just let her do everything and just relax? Moms are supposed to do all the chores.”

“Well…”

Read part two to find out what Mathew says.

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