THE OTHER WAY ROUND (4)

 

The bus wasn’t moving fast enough. He wished, no, he prayed the bus would move a little bit faster. The other passengers could feel his anxiety and he was really letting it show.

Zucan was running away from home; he was running away from his mother; his mind couldn’t imagine what she would do if she found out what he did. Or what if she has already found out? He didn’t do much to cover up what he did, all he did was to turn his back and run. “Oh! His poor father, his blood pressure is sure to rise from this one” he thought. “How could he be so foolish?” he beat himself up the more.

At home, his parents were terrified both at what their son had done and the fact that he had run away. They found it hard to believe that their son was capable of such a thing.

Mother: This was entirely your fault! Yes! You spoil him too much. Now see what he has done.

Father: How can you say that? My fault how? All I have ever done is to raise him up while you were always at the office. Where were you when he was growing up?

Mother: Oohh! Now you want to blame me for his stupidity eh? We both know which side of the family he got it from. And don’t you dare tell me that I did not raise up our son. I am the one who put clothes on his back, on your back as well! You think that taking care of the house can be compared to what I do? You must be kidding.

Father: I do my best. I try a lot around here even if you are blind to the fact. This is beside the point, our son is missing and I wonder what sort of danger he is in now.

Mother: Well I suggest you find him. Your son is a disgrace!

Father: My son? My son? When a child does something bad, he automatically becomes my son. Wow! It’s good to see how much you care.  See... you have to let go of this local mentality.

Mother:  I like it that way. This is how I grew up to meet the society, let it remain that way.