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FICTION
Quincy Michael (Part II)
A lone soldier in the boot camp they call family life, I found maturity pretty difficult. My parents taught me responsibility but were noticeable hypocrites. Like many, I was caught in their parent trap and became the victim of those five fatal words. My mother would interrupt on cue every time with the cliché, much-dreaded “No, because I said so.”
“Ma, I hafta — ”
“No, because I said so.”
“… get in the bathroom.”
“No, because I said so.”
“Maaa! C’mon!” Were all mothers like this? I wondered. It was my mother`s knee-jerk reaction to spit out the five fatals without warning. Neither the circumstances nor the time of day mattered either. Eventually, I investigated the mystery at length, without the aid of a popcorn trail, mind you.
That’s why I became a cybercrimes investigator.
Naturally, people ask what attracted me to the job in the first place. In that case, I usually give them an earful:
“Well, I based my decision on a wide range of factors and influences, including my assessment of a comprehensive personality and temperament questionnaire, correlating career and job characteristics owing to high satisfaction and fulfillment.
