MOTHER’S DAY DRAMA [An essay written by Kate for her mom on Mother’s Day 2012]

Hello, my name is Kate.  I am eight years old and it’s…it’s Mother’s Day.

I don’t think I really hate Mother’s Day, but it sure is not my favorite.  The only reason I don’t like Mother’s Day that much is because of a lot of things—like making presents and letters and all that.  But I guess I could try.

I mean…couldn’t I? 

I’m pretty sure the answer is no.  But like I said, I could try. 

I know things like this happen to me easily, so it’s not the same with Mother’s Day.  So I am pretty much doomed for good. 

I am still going to try.

Well, I think so.

Not that it matters, but I think you should know what I look like.  So here’s a picture of me (posted above).  See!

CHAPTER 2.  DOOMED FOR GOOD.

Oh, no!  Oh, no!

It is my mom!  Get in bed, get in bed!!!

Now, that was so close I almost fainted.

I love you, mom!