Read this, trust me.
I had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs, or toast.
When others had cake and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich.
And, as you can guess, my supper was different from the other kids too! But, at least I wasn’t alone in my suffering. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we kids were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who out friends were, and what we were doing.
She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less; not one hour and one minute. I am really ashamed to admit it but she actually struck us; not once, but each time we did as we pleased.
Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
The worst is yet to come! We had to be in bed by nine each night and up early the next morning. We couldn’t sleep till noon like our friends. So, while they slept, my mother actually had the nerve to break the child labor law. She had us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things.
I believe she laid awake nights thinking up mean things to do to us. She always insisted upon our telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us – and it nearly did!
