My car was covered in eggs – and I had no idea why.
I walked out of the house, holding Leo with one hand and hugging Lily to my chest with the other, when I saw this carnage:
Broken shells littered the hood, yolk ran down the windows, and the morning sun made the mess shine like some kind of absurd call.
I held my breath. How could an ordinary family car, in such a quiet area, end up covered in eggs like a surreal painting?
Since my twins were born, every day has felt like a marathon with no seeming finish line.
Nights consist of fifteen-minute naps, energy spent on bottles and diapers.
And you know what? I didn’t even have the strength to curse when I realized that this mess, apparently… was done on purpose.
Without thinking, I crossed our lawn and looked around: nothing else had been touched. Just my car, parked in front of my neighbor Mark’s house.
I didn’t see anyone. Nothing strange nearby. Everything looked calm, as if nothing had happened. But then… who could have done this? And most importantly – why?
When I found out it was him– and for what absurd reason – I was shocked.
Mark is the man with the Halloween decorations so gigantic it looked like he wanted to turn our street into a Hollywood thriller.
But why was he so angry? me? How could there be a connection between my babies and his creaming skeletons?
In anger I went up to his door and knocked. He opened it, his eyes sparkling with strange pride – and not a word of greeting.
“Did you do this?” I spat.
“Yes,” he replied, as if confirming the obvious.
With his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, he didn’t even try to understand that it was possible to be more tired than after giving birth to twins.
But I didn’t want to scream or faint. Honestly, I wanted to understand. I returned home with my heart pounding, determined to find out the truth.
It was only as I was scrubbing the last of the shells from the car that it dawned on me: my children and I were at the center of his holiday obsession.
Mark couldn’t accept that something as mundane as the family car was blocking his view of his precious Halloween decorations. My simple car was ruining the illusion of his dark world.
I was shocked. Not only by the pettiness of the act itself. But also by the absurdity of the reason.
