I slowly step down off the bed and approach her cautiously. My arms are open and my palms are facing up, as if I am about to beg her forgiveness. I am just two feet away from her, and as I see her raising her arm to box my ears, I shoot to the left towards the window. Luckily, it is open. Scrambling out, I am on a square parapet that is adjacent to a similar one on the building next door. The moon is shining, lighting the way. As my mother continues to shriek behind me, telling me what a bad son I am, I only think of an escape route. Another shoe hits the back of my head and without further thought, I launch myself from one parapet to another.
There is an eerie silence followed by a thud as I land on the other side. I don’t land quite square but still, I manage to save myself by rolling into my fall and standing up, just as I connect with the door to the fire escape of the building next door. My mother’s gasp and then renewed furious screeches fill the air. But, I open the door and giving her a cheeky salute, I proceed to run down the stairs with a triumphant laugh. I am the winner of this round.
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