Chocolate #12
Title: Ziv
Author: cbrin
Challenge: Chocolate #12 understanding
Wordcount: 401
Rating: G
'Verse: Nu 'Verse
Summary: character study: Ziv Scott; when I grow up
Notes: I'll be doing more of these, as well as finally posting some of the main story (which I've finally started writing!)
The day I finally told my mom I was enrolling in the police academy, I learned that mothers were not infallible creatures, but could actually be deeply flawed. This was the woman who raised four children who were not biologically hers and six in all. This was the woman who when I came out ate breakfast with me and made me feel better. This was the woman who while not completely happy understood of why Gabe ran away. But maybe she used up all her understanding by the time this came up.
The day I finally told my mom I was enrolling the police academy, she said in no uncertain terms that it was forbidden of me. There was no compromising with her. She could see why I could love another man, but not why I would want to help other people. But as I stared into her eyes, maybe I understood her, a little-and who knew mothers needed to be understood?
She was scared. She was scared for me. Gabe and I had only been adopted for about a year when our father, her husband, had died. He wasn’t a cop, but he was something similar, I don’t quite remember what it was though. It was thirteen years ago. But I do remember the eulogy-Merrick Scott died in service to our people-and the look on everyone’s face: awe and respect. And when people had come by to pay their respects, they told of all the amazing things he’d done for them. And I remember that he didn’t care, he did what was necessary to protect our family and other families.
I don’t think she refuses to understand, but that she can’t. This isn’t a split-second decision; something I’m doing because I don’t want to go to college. I’ve always known this was my career path. As a child, I was in complete awe of my father; I’ve always wanted to be like him. It’s only recently, when I’ve been thinking of the future, that I really understood what that meant, but it’s always been there.
And so, I filled out the application to the police academy without her knowledge, while lying in Trent’s bed, hoping that one day my mother will understand why. Of course, when his mother found us-and who doesn’t knock on her teenage son’s door before barging in-I was thrown out.