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My Mom loved
me
by Camey
I was ten when I was told I was old
enough to have a key to the back door. Before I used to come home, at lunch,
and eat in my back hall. It was lonely coming home to an empty house. It
couldn’t be helped, we were poor.
When I reached ten, I was presented
with a key. I had chores before I could go out to play. I washed the dishes,
dusted, and picked up the house. Sometimes, I would do my homework, other times
when I came back from playing with my friends.
I was well liked, had lots
of friend, and neighbors couldn’t do enough for
me, so why should I be
lonely? If your mother worked, you would understand.
I had a best friend
and we were close, like sisters, bonded together through friendship. Marie’s
mother was home, still Marie understood why I cried at times. She put my head
on her shoulders and told me everything would be OK.
When my mother came
home from work, she looked sad. She knew I was lonely. She gave me lots of
hugs and kisses, but it didn’t take the place of her absence.
The day of
my birthday, my mother took a day off from work. When I came home from school,
there was a chocolate cake, with chocolate icing, ten candles on the cake, and
one for good luck. Plates, napkins, forks, spoons, glasses and balloons were
all in place. My favorite chocolate ice cream was in the freezer. Tonic was in
the refrigerator. It was 2.00 PM, my friend were be coming. I wanted boys, but
dad wasn’t keen on it, until mom spoke to him, and he finally gave in, as long
as she was going to be there.
As the party time grew closer, I ran
upstairs to try on one of my many dresses. I picked a pretty blue one with
ruffles on it. The dress made me look real pretty, for that special someone I
invited. I added a light touch of lipstick, which my mother let me do. If dad
knew he would not be happy. That touch added to my pretty face and made me look
even prettier. I had dainty earrings mom bought me for my pierce ears. I ran a
comb through my long blond hair.
Starting down the stairs, the doorbell
rang and mom went to answer it. I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart
pounding as the boy I liked looked at me. I came down the stairs and gave him a
big smile. He showed a blush to match mine. We both entered the living room.
The door bell kept ringing, as guest arrived. I put records on and we
danced. After an hour of dancing and nibbling refreshments, mom called. I blew
out candles and made a wish, while everyone sang, "Happy Birthday." Mom cut the
cake and gave my guest a piece, along with ice cream and tonic. When all the
guest finished eating, I opened my presents. Box after box, contained books,
bracelets, ribbons and a number of small items. Time went so fast. Soon my
guest left.
The next day, everyone told me what a nice mom I had to take
a day off of work to give me a birthday party. Coming home to an empty house is
lonely, but my mom has to work, and I know she loves me.
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