Eat Rocks

Eat Rocks

            I cannot be sure this is really how it happened because my memory is foggy, but one afternoon my mother told me a story. I was about sixteen the first time she told me.

“You know when you were younger your brother put rocks in your food” She said with a slightly silly smile on her face.

“Are you serious?” A chuckle came out of my mouth as I thought about it.

“Yeah” She said as she told me the whole story and I imagined it for myself.

           

            My brother was the ripe old age of five and my twin sister and I were one. Everything had changed for him ever since we came home from the hospital. All anyone ever cared about were his little twin sisters. They had come into his life and taken over. So now he had devised a plan, a plan to get rid of us. He conjured up all the courage he had in his young body and picked up a few rocks he could find while he could faintly begin to hear my mother calling his name from outside the front of our house.

            “Chris, it’s time for lunch” My mother said trying to get the attention of a five year old while he was playing wasn’t an easy feat.

            “I’m coming” He said as he still placed a few more rocks in his pockets.

            He then wiped the dirt onto his jeans and ran into the house. My mom told him to go into the bathroom and wash his hands and he did so just like any other obedient child would. My mom sat me and my twin sister Tiana in our matching high chairs and my brother sat across from us at the table. My mother was in the kitchen directly next to the dining area where we were sitting filling our plates with food. Chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese were favorites in my house. My brother sat there staring at his two sisters as my mother put a small plastic plate on the tray of each of our high chairs. As my mother went back to the kitchen to make his plate he saw this as his window of opportunity. He stuck rocks with the chicken nuggets onto the plates of both me and my sister. My mom entered the dining room and put my brother’s plate in front of him. She noticed strange round objects on her daughter’s plate’s right before my sister put it in her mouth. She picked up the object and felt it in her hand and realized she could mistake it for nothing other than a rock.

            “Did you put rocks in your sister’s food” My mother authoritatively asked my brother.

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about” My brother said and to this day he still says the same thing. He does not know what happened. He walked into me and my mother’s conversation and said “Mom, you know that never happened”. My mother looked at me and shook her head yes. I just looked at the both of them and laughed.