DOT 34 : RADIATION

Daniel (7+ years old) 

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

The room was very quiet and still. 

Staring blankly at the wall, Mom sat there in her seat, motionless and drained of energy. Before long, a host of questions flashed across her head in serious confrontation. 

Just then Dad walked in, and slumped himself on the seat beside Mom.

“Why did this happen?” Mom asked under her breath, her tone was carefully neutral but firm.

Dad shook his head. 

“Do You think it was the microwave?” Mom began her investigation. 

“We did use the microwave quite a bit making coffee and stuff,” she pursued, trying to make a weak point stick somehow. 

Dad shrugged and mumbled something inaudible. 

Leaning back against the wall, Dad tipped his head back and closed his eyes. 

“I was pregnant, I was forever standing near the microwave oven,” her voice began to sound shrill. 

Dad remained still.

“I was surrounded by radiation everywhere!” your mother cried hoarsely, hysteria rising within her. 

 

 At Santa Monica Beach, USA.