He slid the blackened bread onto a plate. Crumbs flew everywhere as he mashed cold butter onto each slice. Overcooked bacon and rubbery eggs completed the meal. Only the juice was edible - until it spilled on the way up the stairs. He crept into his mom’s room, and shouted.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!”
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1 opinion for Mom
Maricar
May 11, 2006 at 6:10 pm
This is so sweet and funny! … heart melts… ;)
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