God Bless You

So after a long and drunk and eventually upsetting evening last night, I have returned to put my trust into the Drivel Machine again.
I love both my parents, in fact I am happy with the way they raised me. However in these early years of adulthood I have started to gander backwards into my past and quickly developed this thought about my childhood. It was very much like a carnival that you get dragged off to, and my parents were like the one ride that you threw up on and vowed never to get on again. Instead you said "see ya carnival, I am heading over to this water park called adulthood".
My parents were the greatest two people who could have ever come together and create a child which was not me...........nope that child was my sister. I happened to be the early one, planned but early. Or as my mum puts it, "you were fun sex, while your sister....well she was just sex".
My mother was the sweetest and most tender woman I have ever met. She encouraged us to do what we wanted to do in life while being that lifeline and safety net when things did not workout. She really tried to instill good morals and polite etiquette in my sister and I. She was a real stickler on the thank yous especially. She even started doing it to other peoples children.
One day we were sitting int he back of church, my sis and I sitting there making faces at each other trying to get one another in trouble with our mom. The pastor was doing his thing, and the crowd was silent. There was a loud sneeze that came from just to the side of me, it was another little boy sitting all by himself. My mother pointed at me and told me to tell him "God Bless You". I complied and the little boy just sat wide eyed gazing up at the arm flailing pastor. So my mother gave me a sour look and told me to do it again because she didn't believe I told him. So once again I complied, and the same response from the kid. He did not even blink at me saying "Bless You". Finally my mum notices the kid's not responding so she leans over me and grabs the boy by the shoulder. She starts scolding him for not having manners and as soon as her hand grabs his shoulder he whips to the side his eyes wider than before. So by now this minor disturbance has caught the attention of some fellow patrons. Soon enough the whole church is watching my mom scold this little boy for not having manners. Now I start to notice there is no parent coming to this kids aid, and I have suffered the wrath of my mother on a lack of manners rant. So I am just staying out of it, sorry bud but I did try to warn you. Finally the pastor stops his rant to come down to our alter and get to the bottom of this ordeal that has stopped church. As the pastor came down, he started to smile as the little boy turned and smiled too. The pastor asked my mum what she thought she was doing to the little boy. She explained how he was being a little snot for not saying thank you after we said God Bless You to him. The pastor pulled my mother aside and said to her, Ms. Boos this is my grandson, and he is deaf. The look on my mothers face was priceless. It was the last time she ever scolded any child about his/her manners as well as my sister and I. Now here is where the story gets really bad, after the service I saw the pastor and his grandson walking out to thier car and the little boy was talking with his grandpa. I don't mean he was signing to his grandpa, I mean he was in full on conversation with him. I overheard him ask his grandpa why he told that lady that he was deaf? The pastor simply replied God should never have to bless ones sneezes, that's the duty of people like her.
Hope you enjoyed that.
PEACE