#Bloganuary – Day 12 – Emojis

What emoji(s) do you like to use?

January 12th prompt

Back in the day when my mom married, it was to be forever, so I knew she would be in trouble when my father left her. Ever since I can remember, their marriage was rocky – with him blowing up at every little thing and her apologizing for existing. Once I became a teenager, I tried to stand up for her but, in their eyes, I was just a kid who needed to know their place. And she was just a wife who needed to know hers.

“I knew what I was signing up for when I married him,” my mom once told me when I asked her why she would not divorce him. “He’s always been hot-headed. But he’s a good guy… A good father and husband. He provides for us. Keeps the roof over our heads…” she added.

The day when my dad came home and announced that he was moving out to live with some other woman was the happiest of my life. Though, Mom did not seem to share my sentiment. She spent many months mourning the man she loved despite his flaws.

No matter how many times I tried talking to her about getting back in the dating game, she would not listen.


One Saturday morning, my mom and I stopped at a coffee shop for a cappuccino and a croissant before heading out to go shopping. My mom helped me control the spending and I helped her freshen up her wardrobe so that not everything was from the 60s.

“I’m going to use the restroom real quick before we head out,” Mom announced and got up from her chair.

Shortly after, her phone pinged multiple times. Normally, I would not think twice about it, but since her phone was right there on the table, I leaned forward.

My eyes nearly exploded from their orbits.

“Are you spying on me?” my mom asked from right behind me and I jumped as if caught doing something terrible.

“Your phone pinged and-“

My mom sat down, picked up her phone, and smiled.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I’m dating and it’s going quite well. Look,” she hands me the phone and I blink twice to make sure what I am seeing is real.

“Mom, what do you think his text says?” I ask.

“It says here that he likes peaches and he is asking if I like eggplants. He must be wondering what to prepare for our date,” she explains as if I was a child who could not read.

“No. It means that he wants your peach and wonders if you want his eggplant,” I say trying not to throw up.

“What?” she asks, confused.

How do you explain the bees and the birds to your mom?” I wonder before grabbing her phone and blocking ‘Rob.’

Stay golden,

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  1. I was really pulled in, so much that I felt the horror of reading a sext sent to mom. I’d need all the therapy. I have the emotional maturity of lint at time 😉

    And, I agree. An anthology would be a great idea 💡

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    1. Aren’t you a joker?

      I usually write a short intro in which I say if the post is fictitious, but lately, I figured out that I don’t have to. If someone wants to know, they will ask. Otherwise, it’s a story like any other. Does it matter if it is autobiographical, based on a true story, or complete fiction?

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  2. I laughed a little too much at the end… I cant understand half the emojis on my keyboard and I usually stick to using the basic expressions ones…. Once upon a time, I thought this 💩 was a pile of dark chocolate…. its soooooooooo not moving on swiftly from that hot mess….

    Looks like I am not the only one trying to figure out how much of this fiction and how much based an true happenings and how its probably a blur of the two, maybe its because you have infused with a sense of emotion that feels so tangible that it couldn’t be completely made up from thin air… I was empathic with the divorce and was even like aaaaah hey she finally moved on and then the horrified at the innuendo emojis while laughing uproariously at the misunderstanding of said emojis yet relieved that at least Rob hadn’t yet progressed to the part where he sends “private” photos 🤣🤣🤣


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    1. Ughhhh I hate it when I miss some comments!

      A pile of dark chocolate… Heheheh. I still don’t know why that emoji became so popular that people want most of their homes decorated with piles of poop (mugs, pillows, etc.)

      Thank you for mentioning the emotions that you felt come through this piece. That’s high praise.

      OMG. ‘Private’ photos! I did not think of that! That would have added just another punch to the story.


  3. 🤣🤣🤣 Oh, the generation gap is real! I try to stay on top of all the trendy stuff, but the older I get, the more out of touch with it I am.

    However, I have several favorite emojis—here are a few:

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    1. I see you’re making your way through my #Bloganuary posts. Good to see you!

      It’s odd when you know but they don’t. It’s even more odd when it’s a kid that knows the dirty subtext and the adult does not…


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