Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Last Sunday started like any other. I woke up early, made breakfast for Ronnie and his sister, and got them ready for church. “Here,” I said, handing Ronnie a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for the church donation. Make sure you put it in the collection plate, okay?” “Yes, Mama Cory,” he chirped, grabbing the money. His sister, always the responsible one, nodded solemnly. Off they went, all sunshine and smiles. I trusted them implicitly, or so I thought.
A few hours later, they returned. His sister, bless her honest heart, pulled me aside as soon as we were in the kitchen. “Mama Cory,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church after Sunday school! He was buying a whole bag of jawbreakers!” My heart sank. The donation money! I felt a surge of disappointment and a familiar maternal irritation bubbling inside me. Guiding an Abie to do the right thing can be incredibly hard, y’all! “Ronnie!” I called out, trying to keep my voice even. “Come here, please.”
Last Sunday
He sauntered in, a half-eaten jawbreaker already stuck in his cheek. “Yes, Mama Cory?” “Your sister tells me you were at the candy shop after Sunday schoool.” His eyes flickered. “Um, yeah. Just for a little bit.” “And what did you use to pay for all those jawbreakers?” I pressed, my voice hardening. He hesitated, a tell-tale sign of deceit. “My allowance?” I raised an eyebrow. “Ronnie, don’t lie to me. Did you use the donation money?”
He squirmed, avoiding my gaze. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken guilt. Finally, he mumbled, “Okay, fine. I did.” “Why, Ronnie? I trusted you! That money was for the church.” His lower lip trembled. “I…I just forgot I had it in my pocket! And then I saw the candy shop and…and I wanted some candy.”
“Forgot?” I repeated incredulously. “You forgot you had twenty dollars in your pocket, but you remembered to go straight to the candy shop? Don’t insult my intelligence, young man.” The disappointment was a heavy weight in my chest. Lying on top of disrespect was more than I could bear. I sighed, knowing what I had to do. “Ronnie, go to your room and wait for me. You know what happens when you lie and misuse money given to you.”
The color drained from his face. He knew. With a defeated slump, he turned and trudged down the hallway. A few minutes later, I followed him, a wooden spoon in my hand.
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