Outlet

David was born on a Tuesday.

That seemed to bear some importance at his house. And he would come to find out what it was, in due time; but while growing up, it was simply one of those weird cryptic answers his mother gave every once in a while.

This particular answer came up whenever anyone asked her about her son's character, or when some explanation towards his behavior needed to be given. Like that one time when he broke the cookie jar trying to grab it from the top of the refrigerator, took all the pieces, and nibbled at the ceramic instead, the chocolate chip cookies, forgotten on the kitchen yellow tiles.

It must be said that such statements weren't usual behaviour from David's mom, as a matter of fact, it was so unusual, that it made it stand out more. You'd imagine such a reply from one of those absent minded moms that wear long flowing skirts and seem a bit aloof with always a piece of something in their big hair.

But David's mom was nowhere close to that. David's mom was... A mom. In the most true sense of it.

It was actually very difficult for David to imagine his mom being anything else. As if this was her place all along, after a short stage of childhood just in order to let his grandfather snap a couple of pictures, and then she skipped all the way to the part in which she had a polaroid taken at the hospital by his father while holding a red and clearly squealing David.

Future musings brought David's attention to this one moment. This one picture and all that seemed to stand out. First it was the fact that it was a Polaroid. The mere idea of his parents owning one of those cameras seemed odd, and one time during 5th grade he inquired about the camera to have his father telling him from behind his newspaper that they didn't own one in one of those dismisive tones that gave no space to further inquiry.

Then there was his mother's face. There was no doubt it was her; and yet, at a simple glance, you wouldn't match that cheerful and careless beaming; almost childlike, playful and excited, with the woman always folding laundry while watching the evening news.

It all made sense one day. The same day he figured out he hand't lost his mind, it was just that his world, was entirely bonkers.