a Child's Courage

As I was starting to scratch out some words on to my paper, the door to my room burst open and my nine year-old son excitedly asked me to take him the playground. I quickly replied that I might take him later, but I was busy working on homework. I heard him mutter under his breath that a nice mom would take him to the playground. I snapped back at him, "Shush go play. I am the nicest mom in the world. Someday you'll realize that."

After several minutes had passed and still not much progress, I decided that maybe it was a good time to take a break and go to the playground. In leaving my room, my son and his friend met me. Their facial expressions told me what they were about to ask for the hundredth time. Before finishing my reply the children were out the door and on their way towards the play

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Shortly after the boy and his father left, my son wrapped his arm around my waist, and told me I was the best mom in the world. Part of me asked myself why I had to open my mouth, but the other part was ready for battle. The boy playing baseball was about the same size as my nine year-old son. The scream was like a coyote when his foot is caught in a trap. His son became angry and then hit the ball farther into the field.

For about two minutes, which seemed like two hours, the boy's father continued hollering obscenities and intentionally threw two more balls that hit his legs and chest. I was prepared to call the police at any moment. Before giving any thought to my words, I asked the father what was wrong with him and told him that baseball was just a game. He was standing in the baseball diamond in full gear with a bat, appearing eager and ready for his father's pitch. Butterflies danced delightfully through the warm breeze, the neighborhood children laughed and played as though they were birds that had just been set free from their cages. His dark blonde hair was stuck to the sides of his helmet as drops of sweat ran down his forehead. The smell of sweet hyacinths, fresh grasses, and coal barbecues filtered throughout the neighborhood. The father patted the boy on the shoulder then looked at me.

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Approximate Word count = 1211
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)

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