Pentagon

When I was six years old, in my neighbourhood live a boy of almost same age whose real name nobody knew but known as ‘Pentagon’. He was a fair colored, slim and intelligent boy even then I always pitied him.

Whenever he returned home from school or playground, he neither rang the bell nor knocked the door rather asked her mother to open the door. He waited till she came and opened the door forcefully by pushing it outwards. The door springs pushed it back with the same force. He had to rush in that house in that limited time. If by mistake he touched the wall or door or handle of door she uncountable times slapped him.

Do you think his mother was psycho or no?