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            Mostly everyone is lied to, or tells a lie in their lifetime. Some even suffer from illnesses that cause them to lie on a daily basis! Most lies are minute and harmless. However, there are lies that can cause emotional distress and pain. These kinds of lies are made worse when they are made up by the ones you love and care for the most. My mother told me a horrid lie once. I’ve never been the same since. I remember it like it was yesterday…

            It was around six o’clock p.m. on a mid-March day. I just got let out from a grueling lacrosse practice and was waiting on my mother to come and get me. I was running early because practice let out much earlier than usual. I’m glad it did though. I had no energy that day. I had not eaten a proper breakfast that morning, nor a proper lunch that afternoon. I was exhausted and starving. My mom arrived around 6:30 P.M. I walked up to her car, placed my bags in the trunk, went around to the passenger side door, and sat right in. Right as I closed the door, the usual small talk began. We exchanged questions about each other’s day and so on. After the small talk, it was quiet for the rest of the ride home. I was getting excited as we were pulling up to the driveway. I was thinking I would sit down and eat for hours to make up for the lost breakfast and lunch for that day. I was also thinking of the variety of foods we have in the pantry. We had Ramen Noodles, spaghetti, soup, potato chips, cookies, and Easy Mac. I was set. I was ready to fill my stomach with food. As we pulled up to the garage, I jumped out and raced to the pantry. My heart was beating rapidly as I opened the pantry door. It was empty… It turns out my sister had friends over while I was at lacrosse practice. She and her friends attacked the pantry like locusts to a cornfield.  I was crushed, I was sad, I was mad, and worst of all, I was starving. I figured I could go to my neighbor Dylan’s house for dinner, but that was soon pointless. On my way out the door, my mom ordered me to go talk to her. She told me she had to go into town and return some clothes at Belk, and that she would drive-thru for me. A man on his wedding day could not be as happy as me at that moment. I told her I would love for her to get me Burger King. I made her promise me she would get me Burger King. I told her I wanted: two hamburgers, no pickles, king size fries, king size Dr. Pepper, and a Hershey pie. My mouth started salivating just thinking about it. I was so excited.
           She left at 7:15 and told me she’d be back within the next hour and that she would walk in with Burger King and nothing else.  So to kill time, I went upstairs to watch TV and play video games. It was just horrible. I turned the TV on and a commercial for Burger King came on. I almost screamed because the food looked so good and I was so hungry. I closed my eyes and reached for the remote. I pushed buttons at random until I heard the channel change. Just my luck, I changed it to the Food Network. My stomach was never as mad at me as it was now. I just gave up on watching TV because I did not want to endure any more torture from it. I turned my Xbox 360 on and started playing Guitar Hero 3.
            Time flew by as I played Guitar Hero. Before I knew it, it was 8:20. My mom was running late. I called her up and asked where she was. She told me she was turning into the neighborhood. I threw the guitar off me, put my cell phone aside and ran downstairs. “This is it,” I thought, “I finally get my food!” I waited near the garage door as I saw it opening. My heart started racing again. I began to sweat. I was so excited and so anxious. I could already taste the char-grilled patties. The greasy, salty fries would work wonders in my mouth. The Dr. Pepper would ease the flow of solids in my trachea and quench my thirst. I was ready for it. I wanted it. I needed it. As I heard her stumble about in the garage, I started running to the door. As I poked my head inside the garage, I looked around for her car and for the brown and red bag--the bag, the holder of food, the container of the King, the transporter of the goods, my everything. I started getting nervous. I could not find it anywhere. I saw my mom in the car and knew something was wrong. She looked annoyed and angry. She motioned for me to help her get things out of the car and that’s when I found out. What I found out has affected me until this day and will keep on affecting me for years to come. What I found out was not only ludicrous, it was heartbreaking. She had brought me McDonald’s. I was disgusted. I was crying. I was as sad and depressed as I was earlier that night. How could someone do that to someone they love? How could someone say they would get you Burger King and make you settle with the inferior and dry food of McDonald’s? How could someone offer you the King and leave you with the clown?
             I gave the food she got me a try. It was horrendous. The burgers were too salty, the fries were too soggy, and they gave me the wrong drink! I spat the food out and threw it away. I was not hungry anymore. I do not know how someone could even think of food after that extent of emotional trauma. The following morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen. I took a shower and headed downstairs. My mom offered me a plate of eggs and bacon. I did not accept it. I was not hungry. I did not trust her with my food. How do I know that she did not put something in it? How do I know she cooked what she said she cooked? The thing is, I did not know, and I still do not know. I can not trust my mother with my food after what she did to me that night. I did not eat a good meal for weeks following the ordeal.

That night was the worst night of my life. I do not think anything is worse than being lied to by your own mother and having to settle with the clown of the fast-food industry. To this day, I watch her prepare my meals to make sure that the demon inside her does not escape as it did that night. To this day, I do not trust my mother with my food. It kills me not to though, but I just cannot trust her. The lie that came out of her mouth that night has changed me forever. I will never be the same, and because of it, I do not lie to the ones I love. I never want someone to have to go through the pain and torture I went through. That night has changed me and I will never be the same again!