09/28/2025
My mom refused to let me fix the clogged kitchen sink pipes—when I finally took the pipes apart, I yelled, "What the hell?!"
I came home to my mom's place after a year abroad. She was happy to see me, but the kitchen faucet barely worked—the pipes were clogged.
I asked her why she hadn't called a plumber. She said she had forgotten.
The next morning, I grabbed my dad's old tools from the garage to fix it.
I was halfway under the sink, flashlight clenched between my teeth, when Mom's footsteps thundered into the kitchen.
"STOP! Don't touch that! PLEASE!"
Her voice cracked like a whip, and I banged my head against the pipe as I scrambled out.
"Geez, Mom? You freaked me out!"
She stood in the doorway, white as fresh paint, her hands shaking so hard she had to grip the counter.
No matter how much I asked her what the reason was, she didn't really explain anything. And she didn't let me fix the pipes.
A week passed, then another, and constantly washing dishes in the bathroom drove me crazy.
So when my mom went out shopping, I finally took the pipes apart—and was absolutely shaken!
Because when I reached the elbow joint, my fingers hit something that definitely wasn't supposed to be there.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I blurted out.