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The screen door slammed shut, and I heard the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers hitting the worn wooden floor. “Mama Cory, we’re back!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small house. His sister, bless her heart, trailed behind him, her face a picture of quiet contemplation.
Last Sunday was supposed to be a good one. I’d given my son Ronnie and his sister the donation money for church, a whole twenty dollars, carefully saved from my meager earnings at the diner. Church donations weren’t compulsory, but I liked to give what I could to help with church expenses. It was my way of contributing to the community, teaching Ronnie and his sister to be charitable human beings.
the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers
Then his sister told me what happened while they were out. “Mama Cory,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church. He was…buying candy.” My face flushed. Twenty dollars worth of candy? My twenty dollars? The twenty I had entrusted to my son who was old enough to know better? “Ronnie,” I said, trying to keep my voice level, “Did you go to the candy shop today?”
He avoided my eyes, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “No, Mama,” he mumbled. “Ronnie,” I repeated, my voice sharper this time. “Look at me. Did you go to the candy shop?” He finally met my gaze, his eyes wide with a fear I knew all too well. “No, Mama. We went straight to church, like you said.” My heart sank. He was lying.
“Your sister saw you, Ronnie,” I said softly, but with steel in my voice. “She saw you with the donation money.” The fight seemed to drain out of him. His shoulders slumped and his lower lip trembled. “Okay, Mama,” he whispered, “I went.” “And the money, Ronnie? What happened to the donation money?” He mumbled something about forgetting he had it in his pocket. “It just…slipped my mind, Mama.”
My patience snapped. “Slipped your mind?” I asked, my voice rising. “It slipped your mind to hand over the money to the church, but it didn’t slip your mind to go to the candy shop? Ronnie, I am so disappointed in you.” He knew what was coming. He knew the rules. Disrespect, lying, and stealing all earned the same punishment in our house. “Go to your room, Ronnie,” I said, my voice heavy with disappointment. “And get the belt.”
He trudged off, his head hung low. A few minutes later, he returned, the worn leather belt clutched in his large hands. He handed it to me, his eyes brimming with tears. He needed to learn that actions had consequences, that trust was earned, and that lying was never the answer.
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