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kitaclifford
kitaclifford "better a bad page then a blank one..."
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Don't take your Mother for granted...

Mother Mother

"Mother Mother! What's for breakfast!?"

"Mother Mother! Where's my uniform!?"

"Mother Mother! He went in my room!"

"Mother Mother! Help me with my homework!"

"Mother Mother! Help me first!"

"Mother Mother! Hurry it's due today!"

"Mother Mother! I need you to sign this!"

"Mother Mother!"

As Mother made breakfast,

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform,

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform, told the boys not to go in their big sisters' room,

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform, told the boys not to go in their big sisters' room, helped them with their homework,

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform, told the boys not to go in their big sisters' room, helped them with their homework, signed the form;

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform, told the boys not to go in their big sisters' room, helped them with their homework, signed the form; and said goodbyes as they boarded the bus.

As Mother made breakfast, helped her kids find their uniform, told the boys not to go in their big sisters' room, helped them with their homework, signed the form; and said goodbyes as they boarded the bus. She then got into the housework.

She prepared the kids lunches for the next day,

she did the dishes,

washed the clothes,

hung them,

and folded them once they’d dried.

She ironed the kid's spare uniforms,

she swept the floors

and vacuumed.

She went into the boys shared room and cleared the floor of their toys and clutter,

and went to her oldest daughter’s room, clearing her floor of clothes and nail polish and other assorted bits and pieces.

She went to the bathroom and mopped the floors,

wiped out the shower

and bathtub,

scrubbed the sink

and organised the toothbrushes and hair styling tools.

She went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of strong coffee, and put a piece of toast in the toaster, sipping her coffee while she waited.

Suddenly the home phone rang, and she choked on her coffee, a little startled.

"Hello?"

"Hello Mrs Gibson, I'm sorry to bother you..."

"No it's okay, you're not interrupting anything..."

"I'm calling to inform you of your son, Ben's behaviour... would you be able to come to the office...say nowish?"

"Oh...."

Her voice trailed off as she looked back toward the kitchen, sighing; her toast had finally popped.

"...yeah sure I'm on my way."

Grabbing her coat on the way out, she headed toward the school. Slipping her hands in her coat pockets,

she looked around the 'big-little town', as she liked to call it.

It wasn't freezing weather today, just a little chilly, which was the kind of weather she liked best.

She would often dream of being able to sit for at least five minutes, uninterrupted, unoccupied, with a cup of hot cocoa, rugged up in a blanket, looking out the small window of her cosy room.

The kids had convinced her to have the smallest room in the house, as they had insisted, she would never spend any time in there other than to sleep anyway; which she guessed was true.

Besides, she wanted whatever is best for her kids.

She turned the corner and the school came into view; she spotted her daughter blowing a bubble of gum standing next to a boy around her age.

Their eyes connected for a second, and Mother waved at her. But alas the daughter rolled her eyes and lead the boy back inside the school.

What was she doing outside the school anyway? Wasn't it class time?

She wished her daughter would take pride in herself... and try her best in school...

She didn't want her daughter to waste these precious years with boys, popularity, and whatever other things teens pursued these days.

She didn't want her to waste this opportunity at life, not like she did....

As she neared the school a loud screech sounded in the distance, she looked up and saw a car up ahead, but it was far enough away.

She started on the crosswalk...the car got closer...

it wasn't slowing, it wasn't stopping, she quickened her pace.... and turned to see the driver on his phone.

She started to run.... the driver looked up.... but too late.

The screeching came to a halt...as Mother lay motionless on the cool cement...

Don't take your Mother for granted.

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