Mother's Day

For me, mother's day is when I respect my mother. The first thing in the morning is waking up and say "Good morning, mom." I look at her with a smile after a good nights sleep, I changed and brushed my hair, waiting for my mother to come into my room. She doesn't come in, so I decide to go and give her the present instead of waiting for her. I take out the beautifully wrapped present, beautiful because of Mrs. Brown, that I hid in the closet the moment I got home the past day. The past day, my mother had so many questions, "Where did you get that? Why do you have that? Who gave you that? Who are you going to give it to? Where did you buy that?"I answered not giving a hint that it was for her.

I went up to my room and hid it in a closet, one she wouldn't look in. After I put it away she didn't ask anything about it until the next day. The following day, I took it out, and went out of my cold room, and looked for her. I found her and said happy mother's day, after my father asked why my brother and I didn't get her a gift. She opened it after she teared it a bit. She peeked inside and told me what she thought of it. She smiled, the smile that she rarely shows, and laughed saying her thanks. I was glad, I was afraid that she wouldn't even open it, but she did and that was good enough for me. We went shopping for groceries, and arrived at home around 4 o'clock. The rest of the time was for doing homework, I finished around 9:40, ready to go to bed after typing my Memoir Monday and Confession Tuesday.

What a cheerful day that was, also the rare smile, on her face, made me feel content.