That Pita In Her Place
(I’m nine years old, and we are living with my granddad because we’ve moved into the city from abroad. Mum has put a pita bread in the toaster while scolding me, and has turned her back to the toaster. After a point, I see something very wrong.)
Me: “Mum…”
Mother: “Look at me, young lady!”
Me: *seeing smoke, more nervous* “Mum…”
Mother: “Look at me!”
Me: *seeing flames* “MUM! THE PITAS ARE ON FIRE!”
(My mother shoves me into the front room while she contends with it. My sister comes down into the front room.)
Sister: “What’s wrong?”
Me: “Mum was too busy telling me off to notice that there was a fire behind her.”
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