A young man sat outside looking into the backyard and watching nature act as it does. He lifted his right hand which had a cigarette to his mouth, inhaled, inhaled a second time, and then exhaled. After watching a bird swoop over the grass he lifted his left hand which contained a large, skinny glass of sweetened green tea to his mouth and took a sip from it. This had gone on for no more than 4 minutes when an adult female stepped out from the backdoor to gain the young man's attention with her voice. She was, as most Americans at her age of 56, out of shape.

"I need to talk to you," Said she. "about your mother."

"Didn't my love talk to you about this?" he responded.

"Yes, all she said was that we have 'different thoughts.'"

"Well then, I guess that proves that you didn't listen well to her." He said as he continued looking out to the land that was before him. There was a little pause as he took the next drag of his cigarette and drink of his tea. She blew this off as she had with what the young man's love had said.

"I need to talk you you about your mother." She repeated. The young man turned and looked at her out of the corner of his eye through his long bangs.

"I am warning you, I do not wish to speak of this." He said in a mellow tone.

"I feel that we need to talk-"

"I am warning you once again. We do not need to speak of this topic. I have my own way of dealing with this."

"I am telling you, we need to talk about your mother. We will talk about your mother."

The young man sighed heavily. He could tell that she would not give this up. The ignorance of most adults are often their downfall and he could already see, with her lack of knowledge how this is going to end.

"I have warned you twice," he took a drag of his cigarette once again, "this will be the last warning; I have been sugar coating everything for you about me and my opinions. What I say after this I will not hold responsibility for nor will I regret or apologize for it." He took a drink of his green tea. The woman looked at him confused as he stared back out to the nature, watching it's every movement.

"I respect," said the woman with an angrily concerned voice, "that your mother is dead, and that you may wish to be alone today with it being mother's day and all, but how would she feel about how you are treating me now? How would she feel about you going to prom in eyeliner? How would she feel about you smoking?" The young man then looked up into the sky with a short pause. "Well?"

"Well," said he as he stood up, "her response as to how I am treating you now would be simply questioning why I have not spoken my mind to you all along. She did not raise me to keep my mouth shut, but I felt that, for the events that are going on around me, it would be for the best if I did for this time that we have until the opportune moment. As for going to prom in eyeliner, she would have helped me put it on, kissed my cheek, and then told me that I look pretty in a joking voice, for she has raised me to be who I am no matter what. As for me smoking," he took a drag off of his cigarette and a sip of his tea then continued, "well, its to late to know for sure now. She was the one who got me started and addicted but she was to fucked up on pills to realize it. The chemo had already affected her mind and she was not thinking straight." he finished in a condescending tone.

"How dare you use the f-word in front of me." she said, slightly disgusted.

"I warned you thrice about this, and with all do respect, you should have shut up and listened. I offer only good advice to those around me. My love told you, we both have different thoughts. She also gives good advice."

"No we don't, you are a good kid. You and I both believe in god, we both appreciate church, and we do all we can to be good people." said she, so sure of what she knows.

"No, your wrong. I am not Christian. I am Wiccan. But above all, I am a philosopher on a journey for spiritual enlightenment in the way I see fit. My views and opinions on the afterlife are very open. I have never hated the bible and Christianity in it's self as a religion, just some of the people who follow it. I have no intentions of disproving your beliefs, just 'your' interpretations. When I was asked by you how I liked the church," he took a sip of his tea, "I answered as honestly as I could without causing conflict, so I spoke of the building."

"So, you lied to me!" She said in disbelief.

"Wrong, I have never lied to you, everything I have told was truth. It was just a play on words if you will. Your wrong about me being a good kid, but, at the same time, you are right. I purposely stay in the middle of good and evil for I am human and humans were given free will, according to your bible, and I have chosen my path, the most interesting of all paths. What my love said does not end only at mere thought, but also worlds. You live on earth as I live on purgatory." He said in a calm voice.

"But you did, you did lie to me!"

The young man sighed heavily and responded: "What is it with all you adults and thinking everything is so black and white? I have given my fair share of good advice to both the young and adult abut still, even to this day, only the young listen. Within the first week I was here I realized exactly how you worked and how to respond so that you will not be insulted, not through lying but through choosing my words carefully! I have even given my own fair share of advice to you but you wouldn't listen, you never do, but I still keep giving it, hoping you will listen." The young man was now irritated.

"You have never given me any advice."

"Thank you for proving my point. I have given you all the advice I could to help you get to know and work with my love better. But you ignored it. Vital, key things that would make all the difference in the world, but you brushed it all off like it was just dust on your coat. You don't realize how hard you are pushing to become alpha female, do you? You even tried to push it on me. I could not believe it. I have no need for a second mother nor did I ever ask for one but you act like you were there the whole time and you didn't even know I thing about me. I understand that you are doing it out of the good of your heart, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions."

"What was that advice?"

"For you, being an adult, I apply by the same rules as your age has often given me. This rule is simply this: 'I will only say this once. I will not repeat my self' and so I will not break this rule and you will just have to listen better or write what I say down. Not that it makes much of a difference to me. It is not really my problem if you listen or not. As long as if all the young people listen to me, they will know how to work adults inside out. But I am only here as a translator. If both adults and kids listen, there will be communication and all will be well. But if events follow through as they have been, then young adults like my self and teens will inherit the earth before you die and force you to play by our rules. Not that it makes much difference to me. I am throwing the option out there, now adults have to make the choice to listen." He shrugged and put out his cigarette.

As he scraped the red hot tip of the cigarette off on the bottom of his shoe, the woman then asked "But how can you be Wiccan? How can you ignore what Jesus has done for you? All that he has sacrificed means nothing to you?"

The young man then drank the rest of his tea and said "It does not matter if it means anything to me. What matters is are his actions justified in his head if the world has turned to be like this? Where we can choose what religion we wish to follow by the will given to us by your image of god is threatened by the very people he created? Is it really all that right to go from house to house forcing the name of 'Christ the Savior' into every single household and taking away the beautiful free will that was given to us? If I want to find Jesus, I will find him by myself. But that won't be for a while if at all." He then stretched and yawned.

"Why 'if at all?'" She asked.

"Well, your religion of Christianity is based on two books that were created. The Old Testament and the New Testament. Both speaking in contradictions to each other for you, the reader, to interpret, not the preacher." He laughed a little.

"This becomes a problem for you?"

"Well, yeah. One book tells me that I am going to heaven if I do good deeds and even if I don't I still get in if I believe, but the other," he turned around smiling, revealing that on his face was a mark given to him at birth, "the other tells me I am going to hell because of my birthmark and I don't have a choice. So I don't have a choice either way. This becomes a problem for me and my ability to have and use free will. This talk has been very worthless to say the least because I am sure that you will, once again, brush this off. I could be wrong, but I wont hold my breath." He walked back inside and closed the door behind him and left the woman to think.