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College Writing

Ethan

It is 7:00 in the morning and the alarm has started. The buzzing noise sounds like a blow-horn going off at this time. He is starting to wake up; I can tell because his plastic mattress sounds like crumpling newspaper as he moves. I smack the alarm clock as if swatting a fly and doze back to sleep. My return to bed only lasts a minute. I awake to his warm fleecy touch rubbing my forearm. I open my eyes, and see my only little offspring staring directly at me.

Ethan is 4 years old and stands 42 inches in height (perfect size for the McDonald’s play-place). He stares down at me with his gleaming round golf ball shaped eyes, waiting for a reaction. Watching me with his mahogany colored pupils he shouts, “I want cereal,” in his usual excessively loud, high pitched voice. He repeats himself again; he thinks the more he repeats himself the faster he will get things. Ethan is a bright child. I am unable to answer because I become the human trampoline w...