You were supposed to shoot a series of rubber ducks, rotating on a small conveyor, using a toy rifle. The top three parents would win some school-sponsored mug and eternal bragging rights. Aliya dragged me there. "C’mon Mom! Show them! You can do it! You're like, totally a secret agent, right?"
“Of course not. I'm just me.” I muttered. I don’t even know how to hold a gun anymore with his body? I doubt I can shoot one. But she shoved the plastic rifle into my hands like it was Excalibur and I was the chosen knight. Parents were already laughing, cheering each other on, some hitting one or two targets.
I took a deep breath. Instinct kicked in.
Click. Click. Click.
Every duck. Every bullseye.
Silence.
I lowered the rifle, blinking. Even I was surprised.
Maya screamed. "MOM'S THE BEST!"
