Rene Perez

The Power of the Laugh

I had a bully in the fifth grade that loved to pick on me. On more than one occasion I came home from school in a bad mood, falling to the couch, arms folded with a scowl on my face. “What’s wrong with you?” My mother had a way of not making a big deal out of anything. But she had a real pension for getting back at anyone that might dish out something she felt she didn’t deserve. And her revenge mode trickled down to her children and I could see her wheels turning.