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Captioned Images Series: Charm School
Created: 11/23/2024
The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the kitchen window where Mother was washing dishes. Her son, Samuel, sat at the table, his arms crossed defiantly as he recounted the latest playground scuffle.
"I didn't start it, Mom! He called me a name!” Samuel exclaimed, his frustration evident. “And then he pushed me!”
“I know you didn’t start it, sweetie,” his mother replied, drying her hands on a dish towel. “But getting into fights isn’t the answer. You need to find a better way to handle these situations.”
Samuel rolled his eyes. “But I can’t let him just push me around!”
“I understand,” his mother said, leaning on the countertop. “But I’m tired of the constant fighting. It’s time for a change.”
“What do you mean?” Samuel asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.
“I’m going to send you to charm school,” his mother announced, watching as the words hung in the air like a dark cloud.
“Charm school?!” Samuel exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “That’s for girls! I don’t want to go to charm school!”
“No one will know you aren't a girl while your there,” his mother replied firmly. “It’s a place where you’ll learn how to express yourself without resorting to fists. You’ll learn manners, confidence, and how to be a lady.”
“I don't want to be a lady! I just want to be me!”
“Part of being you is learning how to handle situations with grace, not anger. Charm school will help you with that.”
“No! I don’t want to wear frilly dresses or learn how to sip tea!” He threw his arms up in exasperation. “This isn’t fair! Why should I have to change?”
Mother stepped closer, kneeling down so they were eye-to-eye. “I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m asking you to learn how to handle your emotions and how to communicate better. Fighting doesn’t solve anything, and I believe you can be more than just the person who gets into trouble.”
Samuel crossed his arms tighter, cheeks flushed with defiance. He wanted to argue, to push back and stand his ground, but deep down, a small part of him recognized that Mother had a point. He was getting into too many fights. Something was wrong...but to send him to charm school?
With a resigned sigh, he murmured, “What if I don’t like it?”
"I don't expect you to like it. But you need it. It doesn’t mean you have to stop being you,” Mother reassured him.
“So, I really have to go?” Samuel asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
“Yes, but think about it this way: You’ll learn skills that can help you make friends and resolve conflicts without getting into fights. And maybe, just maybe, you might even enjoy it,” Mother urged, a gentle smile on her face.
Samuel felt a mixture of anger and uncertainty swirling inside him, but he also felt a flicker of curiosity. “Can I still wear my jeans?”
Mother chuckled lightly. “Of course! You can wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. Some of the other students will be wearing jeans. You just can't wear them all the time. Just remember, charm isn’t about what you wear; it’s about how you treat others and carry yourself. It might be easier for you to fit in if you don't wear jeans at all. Remember, no one there will know you aren't a girl.”
"Of course there is always military school. But if you go there, that won't be just for one term. That'll be until you turn eighteen."
"Eighteen? That is forever."
"Then you would prefer only a few months at charm school?"
"I guess." The tension visibly eased as Samuel considered Mother’s words, a few months is better than a few years. He nodded slowly. “Fine, I’ll try it… but I’m not making any promises!”
Mother smiled brightly, relief washing over her features. “That’s all I ask. One step at a time, okay?”
“Okay,” Samuel agreed. Pretending to be a girl for a few months might not be too bad. Truth be told, Samuel was getting tired of being beaten up all the time anyway. At least at charm school there wouldn't be any fighting.
"Let's get you dressed," Mother said as she led Samuel to the bedroom.
"I can dress myself!"
Samuel exited his room wearing a pink dress, with pink tights, and pink shoes.
End.
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