I am writing this post while sitting on the stairs, right next to my house’s door and no I haven’t lost my keys! I think you have guessed right, I forgot the precious at the office, the very sacred Tupperware.
It was too late when I realized my unforgivable sin, so I thought I’d prepare a Machiavellic plan and a speech to cover this big mistake. I rehearsed my script on my way home, there is no room for mistakes.
Mom..Mama…Mamy!! Euhh no, the tone of voice is not right!
Momma, yeah this one is kinda affectionate and it might bring back her image of me when I was a cute little boy, “ Momma, do you know that every 3 seconds, there is a child who dies because of polluted water?”
I didn’t have to say more. There was a cold silence; I was able to see the fury in her eyes, if like she activated her supermom x-ray vision and scanned my bag without finding the Tupperware in it and she pronounced those scary words, my worst nightmare: “You forgot the Tupperware…Again!!” 2012-like words!!!!!
I started sweating, my throat was dry, my hands were shaking, I let the bag fall on the floor! I struggled to let those innocent words out: “But mom…I’m your son!! You remember when I was a kid, when I used to play with Tupperware instead of lego?! You remember my nido-like first day at school? You were so proud! You remember when I used to put the “carnet” in the Tupperware when I had bad grades so you wouldn’t ground me for a week?! Do you?” – and I let a tear out –
“It was just like talking to the wall” with a very slow move, she pointed her finger at the door, just like the last ghost who visited scrooge on Christmas eve when he pointed at the grave (with the sound effects, you know)! I felt like I was banned from my tribe, I felt the eyes of all the people on the family tree giving me the “ste7eh- 3a-toulak” look, “jarraset l 3ayleh!”
I promise you, if you put in front of her 20 tupperwares that are alike, she can spot which one is ours…when blindfolded!! Walla
Dear moms, are your sons/daughters worth just a Tupperware…an EMPTY one?! Have you forgotten those 9 months, the first time we said “agha” and “ma”? Dear moms, a tupperware is not a holy grail or something!
This is the part when she opens the door again: “Ta3a 7abibeh enta, fadeik. Chou bi2ouloulak as7abak 3an tupperwareitna?!”