In this monologue, Arash talks to one of his closest friends about how he wishes he had the kind of luck his older friends have.
Arash: When I was seven years old, I’ll never forget it–I was seven years old and I wanted this toy–it was a sawing machine. Remember those? I drove my mother crazy for one in the store. Crying and moaning and I was stomping my feet and really making a scene. My mother gave me such a smack–my cheek felt like it was on fire. Needless to say, that shut me up but that didn’t stop my agenda.
When we got back home, I went into my room, i went to bed.
I was not so excited to show it off but as luck would have it, my mother enters our bedroom and catches me sewing red handed and boy oh boy, let me tell you; when I made eye contact with my mother she went mad!
I actually made it as far as the down of the stairs but before I could even take the first step down, she was on me like a “pirahan”! She suctioned the back of my head with one hand and dragged me across the floor straight into the guest room and locked the door.
I was grounded for the first time in my life. FIRST TIME–hahaha! Certainly not the last!
The next day my mother told everyone i knew she was not a good secret keeper. I was crying because i have noone in the world i can my secrets to. My mother reluctantly agreed but I still had to serve my prison sentence and I wasn’t allowed to have my freedom until I was released.
