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We wait at the crossing, my boy and me, Just learning manners - he’s barely three. "Say thank you, wave!" And there we go: He lifts his arm. The right one. NO! The driver freezes. My veins combust. My boy smiles like 'in Mom I trust.' The stranger’s face drains white as chalk. I’m halfway ghost, too stunned to talk. "Put down your hand," I hiss, half-dead, My brain is reciting world-war dread. Kid hums a tune, looking so cute, After doing a full-on **** Salute. Heart skips a beat, soul takes a dive, My kid reenacted nineteen forty-five. I melt into asphalt, my brain short-circuits, Muttering prayers and moral frameworks. I bow, I stammer, I fake a cough, "Oh, kids - ha ha - not mine!" I scoff. Her eyes say 'ma’am, your spawn’s possessed.' I nod. "It's just... He... tried his best." And as my shame cements its throne, Let history mark this moment known: The scene, the quake, the catastrophe, Of course had to happen in Germany.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
Crossing Lines
We wait at the crossing, my boy and me, Just learning manners - he’s barely three. "Say thank you, wave!" And there we go: He lifts his arm. The right one. NO! The driver freezes. My veins combust. My boy smiles like 'in Mom I trust.' The stranger’s face drains white as chalk. I’m halfway ghost, too stunned to talk. "Put down your hand," I hiss, half-dead, My brain is reciting world-war dread. Kid hums a tune, looking so cute, After doing a full-on **** Salute. Heart skips a beat, soul takes a dive, My kid reenacted nineteen forty-five. I melt into asphalt, my brain short-circuits, Muttering prayers and moral frameworks. I bow, I stammer, I fake a cough, "Oh, kids - ha ha - not mine!" I scoff. Her eyes say 'ma’am, your spawn’s possessed.' I nod. "It's just... He... tried his best." And as my shame cements its throne, Let history mark this moment known: The scene, the quake, the catastrophe, Of course had to happen in Germany.
I kid you not - most humiliating moment of my entire existence. Worse than the time my 'butt talking' was discussed on the subway. I will never - EVER - forget the look on that woman’s face. I swear, I aged a decade on that crosswalk. For about half a year, we only crossed the street at traffic lights, avoiding any zebra crossings. But yes, my son is older now, and eventually learned the correct way of saying "thank you" with a hand sign.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
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