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Speech Denied!

“You talk too much!” Christine Lewinsky reached out and slapped her oldest son on his mouth with the back of her right hand. “What? You got a vagina? Is that why you can’t shut up?”

By Annelise Lords Address 3 Royal Crest Road Hyde Park NY 12538Published 3 years ago 4 min read
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“You talk too much!” Christine Lewinsky reached out and slapped her oldest son on his mouth with the back of her right hand. “Can’t you shut up! What? You got a vagina? Is that why you can’t shut up?”

Tears flooded eight-year-old Elan’s eyes as he bites onto his lower lip, unaware that his lips were bleeding. He turned away from his mother, crying.

Twenty-five years later, after winning the trial of the century, securing a not guilty verdict for millionaire socialite Maria Loucassi for the murder of her estranged husband mob boss Vincent Loucassi. His thoughts lingered on his mother throughout the twelve-week trial.

Vincent’s lifestyle and past exploded. While his wife relived her ten-year abuse, the astonishment on the jury’s faces, Elan read victory for his law firm.

Vincent’s character and personality mirrored his mother, and he felt all of Maria’s pain. Her freedom became his freedom. He battled like a God determined to save his people.

A few reporters saw something others didn’t. Their instinct lured them into his past. He turned down all interviews before, during, and after the trial. Families feared his mother on both sides. So worry sealed their mouth shut and saved him. But his sixth sensed warned, not for long!

Three days later, he came in to work early. The security guard at the entrance said, “Your mother is in your office!”

Vincent was expecting her. He knew what she wanted. He was willing to give, but he wanted something in return this time.

Connecting to the hidden camera in his office through his cellphone, he spied on her. Life was paying her back for all of her sins. She wore the look of someone in torment. He felt her sadness through his phone. The last time he saw her was at his high school graduation more than fifteen years ago. She escorted him home. His belongings were packed in two suitcases and were waiting on the porch.

His father took him in and started his role that she denied him for the past seventeen years. He would often tease, “son, the law is your thing. You love to argue.”

Under his father’s guidance, he finished college and law school in record time. His father encouraged him not to despise his mother. So, every month, he sends her a check, also on Mother’s Day, Christmas, and her birthday. She never said thank you, but she cashed them.

Victory for Maria was a victory for him. He was ready to face her.

He stepped into his office, “good morning, mother.”

“Good morning, son,” she said without turning around.

Elan put his briefcase away and sat around his desk facing her. A battle began.

“I can’t defend him?”

“He is your brother,” she slapped back.

“Mom, he is the way he is because of how you treated us as children. He was quiet and didn’t give you a lot of talking. I talked a lot. Both of us were unaware that I was a lawyer in the making. Your acts of cruelty to get me to shut the hell up only pushed me away from you and pulled Elvin in the path he is on now.”

“I am sorry,” slipped out of her mouth with tears. Elan realized that his brother was in hell deeper.

“I can’t help him, mom. None of us can.”

“He is your only brother,” she protests.

“He witnessed you abusing me to get me to shut up. As a child, he thought you would love him more if he didn’t speak as much. And you did. You praised him for his silence. He grew up with-holding every emotion. Now it has over-grown into a volcano and is erupting. You are responsible for all of the damage the lava has done to everyone it burns!”

Silence wrestled with rage as his mother threw her last punch, hitting below the belt while standing, “You allowed a woman who murdered her husband to walk free, yet you refused to save your brother’s life?”

“The jury set her free, Mom, not me.”

She left enraged.

Three days later, Elan’s cellphone vibrated while in court. It vibrates ten times in the next three minutes. He exited the courthouse seconds after the judge adjourned his case for the next day.

His caller Id identified his Aunt Ellenor, his mother’s youngest sister.

Returning her call, her terrified voice yelled, “Your brother grabbed the bailiff gun in court and shot and killed your mother!”

Now it was time to save his brother’s life, and the world will know who the real Elan Lowenski is!

‘Even in death, she was still taking from me,’ Elan thought.

I know many parents who love the quieter child, denying them the right to express themselves. In contrast, they shun the talkative one. A talkative child learns more, and when they stop talking, an intelligent parent will know something is wrong. The same goes for a child that eats a lot. You know they are sick when they refused to eat. Parents must take the time to understand their children and send the right messages. We must allow our children the right to be themselves.

Many times, life isn’t what we want it to be, but it is actually how it should be. That knowledge is power!

Thank you for reading this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Annelise Lords Address 3 Royal Crest Road Hyde Park NY 12538

Annelise Lords writes short inspiring, motivating, thought provoking stories that target and heal the heart. She has added fashion designer to her name. Check out https: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArtisticYouDesigns?

for my designs.

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