That Time My Mother Cleaved My Vape In Half…
By Georgia A. Lewis 邵洛源
A DEAD WOMAN I WAS…
Hey y'all, it's Georgia here 🤗 and I have a story from my senior year in high school that is still making me cringe to this day.
So it was the night before the first track meet of the season, and I was the captain of the sprints and hurdles team. I was so anxious and stressed out, I mean I had been competing in track since I was 10 years old and to be honest, I was just over it. I was at the point where I would find any excuse to self sabotage myself. So on this particular night, I was hanging out with a friend after watching our men's basketball team play. We went back to my house to watch a movie and I was just so anxious about the race the next day, I suggested we smoke a joint to try and calm my nerves. My friend had a few on hand and before I knew it, we were lighting up in my room.
Now, I was raised by my immigrant Hong Kongese mother who would not be okay with her 17 year old daughter smoking weed, let alone doing it under her own roof. But at that moment, I was just desperate for some sense of calm. My friend even suggested we go outside to smoke, but I was like "no, let's just blow it out the window." I thought I was being clever and that my father and little sister, who were both upstairs, wouldn't notice.
Fast forward to about 10 minutes later and my 13 year old sister comes down the stairs and knocks on my door to tell me that the entire house smells like weed and that our mom will be home from my parent teacher conference in 10 minutes. I was freaking out. That’s for sure. But I put my bull-sh*ttery into sport mode and tried to cover my literal hotboxing of the house up by saying that I had brought weed in through the front door and the residue had traveled. Pfft… My mom believed me for about 5 minutes before she realized that her second daughter, who had never caused any trouble– other than middle kleptomania as a 6 year old–was maybe starting to dip into her "loser phase" (her words, not mine… ). She started yelling at my white friend, who had probably never been yelled at like that by her mother before, and then she slammed the door and turned to me looking like she wanted to slap me…and hard. But rather than a good ole’ slap, my mother just glares at me and tells me she does not want to see me.
She didn't speak to me for three whole days.
The only communication we had was when she texted me asking where my stash was. I told her out of respect, despite being incredibly fearful of what would happen to my stash worth seventy whole dollars (a literal fortune to me at the time), only to receive a video of her using a meat cleaver to destroy my vape (I was a big Pax Era girl) pen in the middle of my Advanced Chinese class at 10am. Yearning for my mother’s approval everyday of my life was quickly shattered at that point. I will never win, I remember thinking. In fact, beyond never winning her approval, I was smart enough to be scared. I was so scared, I swore I would never smoke weed again.
Of course, that didn't last long…
You know what else didn’t last long, me and my mother’s fight after those three days. Why? Because we love each other too much.
Cheers to being absolutely frightened by your mother then immediately wanting her as your bestie ASAP again.
I am gonna need a fatty dose of our extra strength to recover from reliving this cheeky moment in my life...
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