Mommy’s baby-Tommy

Mommy’s baby-Tommy

I guess I could be a challenge sometimes, teenager and all.
My mom and dad had just gone separate ways and I was not a priority..
At least to me, that is how it seemed.
I was told to live with mom, but to me it seemed like she had no time for me.

Always working shifts. So I often ended up eating junk food if mom didn’t prepare something, witch to me was quite all right, but mom was annoyed. I was supposed to do chores too, like the dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and take out the garbage.

But she wasn’t around to follow up much, so I mostly skipped it.
So the few times we actually sat down together to eat, the meal was usually accompanied by a long lecture of how useless I was.
It was spring, and time of the year for the usual costume party down the street. Moms friend arranged it for her kids and friends.
And we always used to attend.

I was a bit older than her kids, but I sort of had become the attraction. The bear, the duck, the lion or whatever the theme was.
I had become sort of the mascot of the party, bigger than the smaller kids, and always in a really well made costume.
But now, I wasn’t too sure about going.
It was not that I didn’t want to go, but wasn’t I a little old for this.. or was it the fact that just pleasing mom wasn’t really what I wanted. I sort of wanted to punish her.

So I rejected at first. At least showing a lack of interest..
But she insisted. I had an obligation to the kids, she said. Told me that there was no set theme yet, so I was told I could choose, being the mascot and all..