Lego's! They were the only thing I could ever think about. They were the only thing I could ever enjoy. I valued a box of Lego’s so much. The truth was, I had an addiction that everyone found strange.
“Benart!” My Dad called. I ran up to him with a confused expression on my face. I was unsure why my Dad had been calling me. After all, he never talked to me that much. He’d looked down at me with his hands behind his back. It almost looked like he was trying to hide something from me. “I don’t know why you play with those god darn Lego’s anymore. You're not a kid anymore. Let's throw them out for god sake.” I denied this offer. If I threw them away, I wouldn't know what to do anymore. I would be at risky stakes if I chose to throw them away.
It wasn't until I went to play with my Lego's one morning that I realized what had occurred. I realized my blue striped box of Lego's was missing. I'd examine the house like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't believe it. I was completely baffled. "How could this have happened?" I repeatedly uttered in my head. I said that over and over again in my head. I felt terrible about what happened. Something I valued a lot to me went missing and I couldn't find it. It felt as though losing my Lego's meant losing my happiness. With my Lego's missing, I didn't know what else to look forward to in my day. With a piece of myself lost someplace out there, I didn't know what to do.
It wasn’t until midnight when I had the strength to ask my Mom where she put them. “Mom. Do you know where my Lego's are?” I questioned. “There in your closet honey. I put them In there a few days ago when I was cleaning your room.” I was flabbergasted. “But I couldn’t find them for the whole day mom. Do you think you could take a look?” She motioned that she didn't want to. She looked busy making dinner and preparing my favorite dish.
I was at the dinner table still thinking about these Lego's. My mom sat right across from me along with my brother next to her. “Mom, where could they’d been? I looked everywhere and didn’t even see a Lego lying around.” She looked at me with a menacing look almost like she had hidden something from me. She’d replied with “Finish your food while it's hot.” I finished my food but I didn't enjoy it. I was so eager to finish my food quickly so then I could get back to looking. It was almost as if I didn't care about the food she prepared. As bad as that sounded, I knew there was more to the situation.
I was waiting for my Dad to get back from work. I thought maybe he had something to do with this. I couldn’t stop walking around the door. I knew he’d be home any minute now. It was one in the morning. My Mom came out of her room angrily.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet? What are you doing.” She outrageously yelled. She didn't understand my obsession with Lego's. Nobody understood my obsession with Lego's
“I’m waiting for Dad to come back home.” I said gracefully. I knew that my Mom wasn’t going to let me stay any longer and I had to hope that my Dad came dashing through the door. My mom looked at me and shook her head. She let me stay up a bit longer and I did. Suddenly, I hear footsteps. I peaked over the blinds and saw a figure. He was in a sandy colored shirt with black pants. It was too dark for me to Identify who it was. The door slowly opened and the Man stepped in. It was my Dad.
“Hey Dad! Have you seen my Lego's recently?” I said to him with the biggest grin on my face. He looked at me with pique. “You shouldn’t be up this late. You have school tomorrow son.”
“You didn’t answer my question!” I protested. It was obvious to me that there was more to the story. I knew that something was up.
The next day, I returned to school being walked by my Mom. I asked her the same exact question I asked her yesterday evening. “Do you know where my Lego's are?” She looked at me with a face of frustration. We returned home and I asked her the same question. She looked at me with this sorrowful grin. I’ve never seen this grin from my Mom.
“I threw them out.”
I was red, my face was filled with tears. It was like a waterfall dripping down off my skin. My fists were uncontrollably moving. I almost felt like punching my Mom because of this. I looked at her with my eyes red. My fist were clenched. I acted like I was going to do something. But in my head, I knew I wasn’t going to do anything.
“I hate you so much!” I ran to my room in anger. I locked the door and didn’t open it back up for the next hour. Every part of me told me not to exit my room. Did I dare look at my mom after telling her that I hated her? I finally got hungry enough and decided to open the door. The house was spotless. Not a glimpse of my Mom. It wasn't until I went to the dining room when I saw my Mom with this disappointed facial expression. It was almost like she was disappointed with how she raised me.
We ate in silence. It was never this quiet. It wasn't until I was brave enough to say something first. “Why did you throw them out?” The next few words that came out of my Mom’s mouth changed me forever. This was the first time I understood the major cons that came with playing with Lego’s. I was incredibly thankful my mom did this because if she didn't, I don't think I’d be as mature as I am now.