The Incident with Mom

That evening, as usual, I was spending my evening at the computer. I soon grew tired of this activity and decided to go into my mother's room. She had come home from work about half an hour earlier and was now lying down, relaxing and watching TV. When I entered her room, she was watching the news and smiling. I sat down next to her, wondering what had made her so happy. Mom looked at me, then suddenly asked me to fetch a knife from the kitchen. This was strange, since she didn't seem to have eaten anything that needed cutting, but I went into the kitchen anyway. I picked up the knife and was about to take it to her when my phone, which I had left in the kitchen that morning, rang. I picked it up. It was my mother, standing under the window, telling me to get dressed—we were going grocery shopping...