The Golden Prize

"Come here you little brat " my sister called " mom wants to see you" "why?" I asked surprised by the smile on the corner of her mouth, I knew that smile somewhere behind, a well forgotten memory. "stay cool 'frangin' you are getting prize" a prize for what, when she said mom called for me I assumed I did something wrong and was going to be grounded.

"A prize...for what?" "for you actions of course, you're going to be the celebrity of the day" celebrity of the day?"come on don't be so shy, the prize awaits" she said using her opera ton. I followed her in the kitchen that no longer seemed like it then for me I was in the roman Colosseum filled with fans applauding for me and the prize I was going to receive.

"Ah! there you are finally"she approached and in my fantasy caring a golden medal softly lying on a red tissue into a golden box. I closed my eyes so the so shining gold couldn't burn them. The slap was hard and loud enough for my ears to hear and for my eyes to start producing the cursed liquid that are tears, I was it seemed at the time the only man in the family still producing them. So that was my golden prize, "are you happy now Pitt?" mom said as final word inviting me to get out of her kitchen which I did.

On my way out I met my brother, "don't worry, a prize always come with celebrity" his words gave me some comfort as always, and that day they didn't go with the north wind, no wind was there to carry them so far than the school newspaper. The next morning I made the cover page as the kid who was slapped on his birthday. That's cool isn't it?" I heard big Sam say. the most popular guy in my grade. So cool isn't it?