September contest entry

Word count - 488

"When we going home?"

"Mom, come on, enough."

"I wanna go home."

"You are home, this is home now."

"This ain’t home… I’m so hungry, why can’t you..."

"Dinner is 15 minutes away, I told you. Almost there."

"Why can’t I go in the kitchen?"

"They will you feed you, pleeese!"

"I can fix my own sandwich."

"You can’t leave the bed."

"Can’t you make me a potato honey, you know how I like it."

"Not my kitchen, told you already!"

"Why you always yelling at me?"

"I’M NOT YELLING! Mom... I’m tired of saying the same thing over and over again."

"I never treat my own mother like this."

"MOM, GRANDMA’S DEAD.. SHE DIED 20 YEARS AGO! Ok?"


"I’m sorry… look after you eat I’m going home, ok? I’m tired… been here all day."

"I don’t like this place."

"I don’t like it either, not today. Damn dinner is late."

"Why y'all put me here?"

"This is the best place for you. Dennis, Derrick, Stevie and me, we looked all over the south side of Chicago, mom.This is the closest between me and Stevie. OK?"

"Why don’t Derrick ever come?"

"Because he’s Derrick. He can’t get away easy, the kids, his wife hates our family, blah, blah, blah, same old excuses."

"When is Denny coming?"

"You mean, Stevie. Denny’s in Ohio. Stevie will be here tonight, just relax."

"Is Stevie going to take me home?"

"No, no..."

"When is Stevie coming?"

"After work he said, probably after 6."

"Where does Stevie work?"

"Downtown, mom. Same place he’s worked the last 18 years."


"AHH, looky here! Food at last. Thank you, sir."

"Your welcome."

"Come on mom. Sit up for me now. 1.., 2.., 3.., UP!"

"Oww! My back hurts."

"That’s why you’re not leaving this bed. We don’t want you falling again."

"I can’t peel this, honey."

"Already peeling it for you, mom. I want you to eat at least half this orange before I leave."

"Your aunt Rosie and I picked oranges in Florida when was girls".

"Yeah, yeah, winter haven, Florida. Told us a thousand times... take a sip now."

"Unh-unh! I told them grape juice this is..."

"Yeah apple juice, I know. C’mon mom, you’ve got to keep eating. You know what Dr. Pratt said."

"I don’t like that man."

"He’s trying to keep you around, mom. We weigh this Saturday. I want you to break 100 pounds."

"Your father was always calling me fat."

"Dad has his own problems now, mom. His wife had a stroke."

"When she have a stroke?"

"I told you, Macy had a stroke two months ago, Dad takes care of her 24/7, she can’t walk."

"Huh! Fatty Mattie! That’s what he always call me."

"C’mon mom, eat. I mashed this potato up for you good."

}"Is Stevie coming?"

"He’ll be here as soon as he can, mom."

"When we go home, honey?"

"Mom... this is home."