(Below is a monologue from a collection that I am writing. The idea is that each short monologue makes up one show. Yes they are loosely based on real life situations with my family. Please ask permission before performing this monologue, thank you.)
Setting: Two chairs center stage.
Young Women: (walks in and stands on chairs) I love my mother. I'm mean it, I love my mother, I do! Of course I have a million stories of our fights, good times, really bad time, and so on.... But still I love my mother. I love my mother. Even though (beat) when I was a child my mother used to 'forget' me. She was suppose to pick me up from dance or whatever and she would forget me. I think mostly it was the fact that I was the oldest and she did not have to worry about me, so she didn't. (beat; steps down off of chair) I got used to waiting for her and hearing the same excuse, 'oh I'm sorry Hun I forgot, was on autopilot'. But still I love my mother. (beat) One summer, I think if was before my sophomore year of high school, I was at soccer practice. It was a blistering hot morning, at 8am when we started, hot and humid. It was late August only about a week or so before school started. (acting out soccer practice) We had started with Indian runs and practice had only gotten worse, coach seemed to want to make us die of heat. 'Come on Lady's' He would yell swearing in Spanish when we did not do well enough. 'First games in five days!' While I'm at practice, (walks to other side of chairs) my mother is home making food for a dish to pass picnic that my family was going to later. (acting out mother making food). 'No you may not watch a movie, go outside!, if your bored you can weed the peas. Then find something to do, and stop bothering me, its too nice out for you to be sitting in side on your butt.' (looks at watch). "damn it I have to pick your sister soon...' (runs back to other side of chairs, goes back to daughter and soccer practice) 'is coach trying to kill us? Sara do you think he'll let us go Early?' (back to mother on other side of chairs) 'David! Stop making fun of your little brother and get in here!' (still cooking) 'ok I need you to keep an eye on this while I go get your sister, keep stirring it and don't let it burn. No James, you may not watch a movie. No TV what so ever. I mean it. (back to daughter). 'Finally, come on girls lets stretch out.' (leading stretches) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...1,2,3,4,5....(back to mother) 'James I already said no, I need to leave or your sister is going to kill me.' (phone rings) 'Oh damn it... Hello?' (back to daughter). 'ya see you tomorrow!' (makes to take off cleats to change to sneakers). 'Don't worry about it coach, my mom should be on the way.' I know my Mom is not on the way... I know it... As soon as my coach leaves I pick up my bag and start walking. Its noon, even hotter then it was at eight when we started practice. (makes as if walking) Its about 4 and 1/2 miles to home... I love my mother, I love my mother, I love my mother... (back to mother) Damn it, David, make sure it does not burn. James go outside and behave yourself... I'm late! damn it... damn it... (back to daughter) I'm out of water and there is no shade on the road... hot hot hot... damn it. (beat) when I'm about half way home I see this green blur, which is the family truck, speed pass. I hear my mother break behind me turn around and speed back past me to park on the side of the road in front of me... part of me really wants to just pass the truck by and finish the walk home. But its too hot. I open the truck door, lug my bag inside and sit down (sits on chair) I don't look at my mother... (changes to other chair, as mother). 'So how was practice?' (moves to other chair, as daughter) I don't answer, my mother does not push the issue, we drive in silence homeward. (stands back up and then up onto chairs) As I said I love my mother.
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