|By Karl Khenneth Ebrahim, Saudi Arabia [ Published Date: March 23, 2010 ]|
Karl Khenneth Ebrahim
Age: 9 years
New Middle East International School
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Every morning there is a riot between my mother and me. Itís always over what I should eat for breakfast. Mom wants me to eat rotis, and I want to eat Choco Pops. After some verbal warfare with Mom every day, you can guess who wins. Always the rotis, rarely my Choco Pops.
One day I hurried home thrilled. I wanted to break this great news about the discussion we had in my class to my mom. It was all about the breakfast we students ate. Very excitedly I told her about how my entire class ate choco pops everyday expecting a positive reaction from her. With a whisper I continued "But, only Jignesh eats rotisí.
My mom started to give me this huge sermon on how I should obey my parents and not develop the herd mentality. She said I must always think for myself. After the news I gave her she has great respect for Jignesh and his parents.
I was disappointed. I felt I had finally won this battle with mom. I started thinking of strategies to try and convince her to give me choco pops more often. I asked myself, "How do I avoid going with the herd"? I scratched my head hard, went through some brainstorming, and after a lot of thought, went running into my momís kitchen to announce the outcome.
Mom, I said, "from now I will have rotiís, milk and CHOCO POPS!!!"