Kerima polotan tuvera short stories

(by Kerima Polotan-Tuvera)

There’s a teenager in my house. Until a few years ago, he was my son. But when he turned thirteen, he also became this tall stranger with new pimples around his nose and an insolence in his manners.

For nearly two years now, there’s been an undeclared war between him and me.

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He wins the skirmishes but he loses the battles. He may get his way every now and then, but he knows that I make the big decisions. I am always tempted to punish him, and I am sure that he has thought of fighting back. We are suddenly to each other two people we don’t like very much. He has ideas that shock me and I have standards that appall him.

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Once or twice, we manage to rediscover each other.

After a heated argument over why he should roll up his bedding and pick up his soiled clothes and study his lessons, this teenager and I look into each other’s eyes. I search for the baby I woke up for each dawn for, thirteen years ago. I do not know what he looks for in my face but he THE VIRGIN by Kerima Polotan Tuvera.docx - Google Docs BOV