Tears escape from my burning eyes, their streams sliding across my cheek bone. Half-blind, I stumble to another room to escape the toxic air, leaving behind my partly chopped onion and boing pasta. I blink until the fresh air calms the searing burn.
High pitched growls come from the room to my left. The door is open slightly, letting dim light shine through. Shadows move in the glow.
“Roar!” A deep bellow crescendos in to a howl.
“Ow! No hitting,” a little boy whines.
“Hey guys, play nice,” I say, walking towards the bedroom. I am stopped by a mini toy of torture cutting into the soft skin on my foot. After a moment to think how much this will hurt, the pain hits. The bright sting makes me gasp, and with a groan I remove the object. A blue Lego. Sighing, I place it on the table littered with more colorful blocks. If toy debris have found their way to the living room I can only imagine what disaster lays behind my kiddo’s door.
Low stomping and spitting explosions sound behind the light. I reach for the crystal doorknob but am stopped by wood crushing my nose. Spotted rain dances behind closed eyelids. Tears stream down my face once more.
Anger rages in my chest from from embarrassment and torment, but I hold the irritation in.
“Oops! Sorry, Mom,” my son says, then jumps onto a car and begins racing his friend through maze of toys.
I take a deep breath. I should scold him, but what good would it do? He already apologized. It’s been so long since these boys were able to play together I love the smiles on their faces.
I walk back to the kitchen wiping my wet eyes.
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