SEVENTY TWO-- THE NIGHT AT A STRANGE TOWN

Throughout the ride out of Kangaroo Estate and its environs, I was jumpy. Every bumpy jerk sent chills down my spine. I wanted to tell Mom to take it easy with the driving because she had kids in the back seat but it was of no use. She might even yell at me because her facial expression was not accommodating. I knew she was in a bad mood, hence the reason for doubling her intensity on the wheel. I wanted to hug her but it was going to be mad silly. So, I discarded the prospect and just mumbled, "We don't need an accident right now", like thrice? I can't remember how many times. I was not praying to any God. I was not even thinking about any God at that crucial moment. I still believed God at the time but my faith was already shaky enough, because I thought mom had stopped believing him too. The moment she did the 'fuck you' with her middle finger, I started to doubt her beliefs. No, the actual truth is that I had stopped believing in mom, and believing in her faith to God on that nig