Unappreciated Hero

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Kevin was coming home. It was 3 am in the morning. He had just been dropped off by his friends and was staggering to the doorstep. He looked up and saw the lights from the sitting room were on. He tried to wipe himself to look tidy, not like someone who had just spent the better part of the day smoking and drinking. After his futile attempts he gave up and decided he needed to sleep.

He unlocked the door using his keys, entered and shut it. He removed his shoes and tried to tiptoe to his room, but he knew it was futile.

"Halo Kevin."

"Halo Mom."

"Long night I see?"

"Yes mom, I enjoyed myself."

"That is good my son, but I have a question to ask, or rather a favor."

"Not again mom. For crying out loud it is 3 am in the morning. Can't we just talk tomorrow?"

"No we have to talk now."

"Come on mom, I am extremely tired right now. Good night."

"KEVIN! Come back here."

"Listen mom, I am no longer a baby. Stop treating like one. I am grown and can do whatever I like."

"Yes you are grown. I cannot dispute that, but I am worried my son."

"Just leave me alone mom."

"No, I cannot leave you alone. You are my son. I care for you and your well being."

"Well, I am not like Claire. I am not as smart or sharp as her. I can never be her."

"Who said I want you to be like your sister?"

"Well, it is just that you make me feel like I am the black sheep of the family. Why don't you just leave me alone?"

"I am sorry if you feel I love Claire more than you, but you are wrong. You are both my children and I will care for you for the rest of my life. I don't want to lose you. Every night you go out I cannot sleep because I think of the dangers that you will face. I love you Kevin and I will always do my best to protect you."

"Yeah, right mom. Is that it? Can I go to sleep?"

His mother gave him a darting look. He ignored it, but he knew she was not pleased. He convinced himself it was her fault for not going to sleep. He was a big man who could care for himself.

However, for every night he stayed it would seem she was always waiting for him. And every time she had words of encouragement to ask him to leave his 'party life', but he would always shrug her off and go to sleep. Now he misses that. She was the only one who cared about his life.

Here he was. She was in front of him. Her coffin carrying her. She was made to smile and was dressed in a white gown. Today he was going to rest a hero who was always there for him. Now that she is gone he appreciates her grants, chants, annoyance, lectures, and her concerns. She had kept her part of her bargain. She risked her life to save his.

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