My Wish Is For A Stronger Heart
“Don’t you see? By changing his Fate and Destiny, I put him on the path for death. I killed him. I killed my only son!”
Dancing Elephants Press Weekly Prompt 42 of 52
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A wish list is a list of items that you would like to have in the future. It can be used for anything, from material possessions to experiences. It is a tool to keep track of what you want. —Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles
Tears in her eyes after receiving the news of her only son’s death Elize struggles with her decision for three days while her daughter made funeral arrangements while awaiting his body.
Tormented by guilt, she walked out of her house four blocks to the 78th Precinct.
Inside, she marched towards a young police officer sitting behind a desk and said, “Good morning. I am here to report a murder.”
The young officer’s brows shot up, as his eyes widened.
“Sit down,” he suggested quickly, while opening the desk and grabbing a pen and notebook, then said, “go on.”
“I killed my son,” Elize reports.
“When?’ he asked writing.
“Four days ago, at 2:58 PM.”
His brows danced around for a few seconds, then he asked, “where?”
She hesitated briefly, then said, “does it matter where?”
The rookie was trembling and excused himself rushing over to another police officer.
After explaining to Sergeant Jay Wilson, who glanced in her direction. He then walked over and questioned, “Is your name Mrs. Elize Gooden?”
In tears without looking up at him, she nods in agreement.
“Are you a third-grade teacher in St. Anne Elementary on Rose Lane?”
“I killed someone!” she fired.
“Where did you commit that murder? Because we have no report of anyone dying in town,” he explained.
“I killed my son, at 2;58 PM four days ago,” she states.
“Mrs. Gooden, you couldn’t kill you son. Four days ago, at 2:58 PM. I picked my son up at your school, and you were the one who open the door and let him out. Do you remember what you said to me?”
“I killed my son!” she repeats
“No you didn’t,” Sergeant Wilson said.
Sighing heavily, releasing her tears, she shared, “he wanted to go to England because that was his dream. For fifteen years he was happy until he started to have issues,” she paused freeing more tears.
Sergeant Wilson hands her a half-empty box of tissues. She grabbed a few, wiped her eyes, and went on. “I encouraged him to come home, instead of giving him reasons to fight to save his dream. I selfishly made him give up everything he worked for and created, because of my need and want to mother him. He was on his way to the airport, when a drunk driver crashed into his car and killed him.”
“But you didn’t kill him. A drunk driver did,” Sergeant Wilson explained.
“Don’t you see? By changing Fate and Destiny, I put him on the path for death. I killed him. I killed my only son!”
My sons are in Florida, doing what they think is best to maintain and fulfill their dreams. I think with my heart and whenever they meet a roadblock, they call me. I must be careful what I say as I encourage and motivate them. Telling them to come back to Jamaica sit on the tip of my tongue.
But wisdom warns, “Don’t deny them the right to learn life lessons that only life, mistakes, trials, and errors can teach them. Never encourage your child to give up their dream because of your selfish need or wants to continue being a mother to adult children.
I am the kind of mother who, if I had the power, I would remove all of my children’s pain and obstacles.
Right now, I just wish for a stronger heart when listening to my son’s problems.
This piece was written for a clearer understanding of life and wishes.
What if we get our wishes, even the wrong ones?
Thanking Dancing Elephant Press for more brain exercise.
Special thanks to Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles for this prompt
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