After Mason and I ended Skype to fall asleep, twenty minutes later I heard someone walking down our alleyway. Our alleyway is filled with gravel and isn't a type of street. It ends with other houses' backyards or carports. I was bothered by the notion of how come someone at such an hour would be out walking about. Angel was barking wildly. I sent a text to mom telling her I heard somebody in the alleyway. She checked downstairs in the front room. She didn't see anyone walking towards the road connected to the alleyway. She rushed upstairs and peered out of my bedroom window. In astonishment, she opened the window and shouted, "Can I help you?" I heard a young man's voice reply, "Oh [shoot]. You scared me." Mom claimed later he was snooping around my dad's immobile truck. She ran downstairs, asking me to follow her. I did. She gave me a phone and told me to stay inside. She said if anything were to happen, call 9-1-1 immediately. I agreed while watching my mom quickly walk outside with a flashlight to meet the stranger next to my dad's truck. However, he was gone by the time she was close enough to the truck. Later, mom said (as she walked back to the front door) she heard our neighbors backdoor close and people chattering. She also said she saw a man with a backpack talking with someone else near our neighbors house. She entered inside and told me to wake my dad. I did, telling him to stay quiet, but join mom and I downstairs in the front room. He dressed and joined us. Mom informed him of a man luring around his truck acting suspicious. Instantly, dad became enraged. He followed my mom outside - flashlight in hand - and began searching. When he walked inside to grab the X-Terra's keys to patrol the neighborhood, he started bitching about my mom not using her head and how we were searching for someone without his help.
Once my dad left to patrol the area, mom called the cops to state a report. She didn't ask for a patrol car (which I thought was dumb). She hung up the phone a few minutes after my dad came back from patrolling. Only later did he mention he saw a group of kids sitting at the edge of a street. My mom complained to him over why he didn't tell us at the moment of his arrival. He said he didn't think he needed to announce anything because he guessed the kids were our neighbors.
The whole event agitated each of us. We were tired and afraid. We were also annoyed that we didn't catch the guy who could have broken into my dad's truck. Finally, when we stopped the search, my dad ceased my mom and I to criticize... First, he blamed me for sending a text to mom about hearing someone walking down our alleyway instead of presenting it to them by walking into their room. Secondly, he blamed my mom for dealing with the situation without my father awake during the time my mom and I realized someone was snooping around. Lastly, he boasted about how he could have solved the problem himself if only we woke him up sooner rather than later. I didn't say a word... My mom hopelessly agreed that she was in the fault.
My dad was acting absurd. Not once did he ask if each of us were alright. Not once did he thank us for stepping up our game in making sure nobody robbed us. Not once did he tell me, "Good job at hearing someone walking down our alleyway!" Not once did he tell my mom, "Good job at trying to search for the suspect!" The only living thing he applauded to was our dog, Angel. I'm not jealous because Angel received more gratitude than my dad's human family. I'm actually surprised he said ANYTHING to Angel.
You know what, I'm glad he told Angel "Good dog." She deserves more compliments from him. He doesn't give enough - to anyone, really.
That night, I could hardly fall asleep... I couldn't stop thinking about my dad not appreciating what I did. I practically SAVED his stupid truck from being stolen or from any parts of it being stolen. I was also worried that the man may come back... What if he had brought friends? What if he had brought a weapon?
In all honesty, both of my parents were idiots. They looked for a man they didn't know whether or not could have had a weapon on him. We should have left it to the cops.
I'm glad I had therapy today... I was able to release some unwanted tension between last night and what had been happening to my mentality during my streak of infections. My therapist really guided me in the right, healthier direction. Thanks, Lori.
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| Savoring Chance |
Terraced salt pans dip into the Sacred Valley north of Cusco, Peru. Your Shot member Cedric Favero wanted to give an idea of the dimension of the site, called the Salinas de Maras. “The few workers on-site were too far away or kneeling,” he writes. “I moved around looking for someone and found this worker walking on the edges of the ponds. I waited until he reached this larger pond, where his silhouette would be detached from the background.”
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