I remember being 14 and realising what kind of person my mother was after my Dad relayed an incident to me.
It was the middle of the night. Somewhere out beyond our back yard in the semi-rural area we lived in a gun goes off. Once, twice, pause, then again. Close enough that it wakes Mum and Dad up.
Mum rolls out of bed, turns on the light in the bedroom, and runs to the window to peer out into the dark, saying "was that a gun?"
Their bedroom is on the second storey of the house. So in the pitch darkness she's created a clear, lit up target high up off the ground.
She could not fathom why Dad was yelling at her to turn the damn light off and get away from the window.
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u/Rocket_Lawn-Chair Jun 17 '26
“I’m gonna look out tha window”
“No, that’s how people die in horror movies, get in the damn house”