Written by: Sugam Rijal - 20129, Grade XII
Posted on: 03 February, 2020
I still remember the anger in her face and the worry in her eyes. It is the biggest moral mistake of my life that I regret until now. It was the day when I saw my mom cry for the first time. This was when I lied to her about going to extra classes on Saturday but actually went out with my friends.
After the end of our pre-board exams my friends made a plan of going to a one day hike. As a kid I was fond of these things so I decided to go on a hike. But one and the only problem for me was my mom because she would never let me go on the hike, however, I desperately wanted to go on the hike. I got a mind-blowing idea of lying to my mother and going on a hike. Later I realized that lying would be my biggest moral mistake.
Friday evening, I told her that there will be an extra class for maths and science because many of the students of our batch failed in those subjects. That night I couldn’t sleep because of the excitement. I felt like I was the king who conquered the entire state within a night. Saturday morning I got ready and went to my friend’s home. There we all gathered and planned what we would do when we reach there. We even planned what we would do if we found some pretty girls.
We went on a public vehicle to Jagdol Hills. We had planned to visit the Jagdol Gumba. We climbed up the stairs and went uphill. There we found that the gumba was closed for the day and there weren’t many lunch counters so we couldn’t eat anything. We wandered here and there as if we were a group of people who got lost in a desert and are starving to eat but all we could find was stones and mud around us and that obviously could not be eaten. All we did that day was walking with thirst greater than that of the crow in the story “The Thirsty Crow” and stomach as empty as schools on holidays.
That day didn’t go as planned and I returned home with a regret that my day could have been better if I had stayed at home. Climbing upstairs I heard a screaming sound as high as a monster. I found that it was my mom screaming at me. At first, I was confused but after I reached my room she entered my room by kicking the door as if it were a football and she had tears in her eyes.
“Where are you? You little rascal you think you are old enough to lie to your mother and think that I would even know about it.” She screamed with eyes as red as a cherry.
“What are you talking about? I have no clue about what you are saying.” I replied with a voice trembling with fear.
“You know what I am talking about you little liar! I know about your little trip, I telephoned your school and found out that there were no extra classes.”
I was afraid and was out of excuses. I looked at her and found out she was so worried that her blood pressure was as high as water with speed to rotate a turbine, tears fell from her ears as if it was water flowing downhill. Then she grabbed a stick as hard as an iron rod that was strong enough to destroy a wall made of concrete. She started beating me with the stick and that day turned out to be even worse than before.
