She said nothing she only smiled Flashcards
Treading lightly on the staircase,
I made sure I wasn’t heard by a soul. I wanted to surprise everyone.
Peeking through the kitchen door, I made sure the lights were on.
My mum sat on a beige stool, next to a hill of presents.
I decided to enter.
The angelic smell of bacon hit me as I bounded towards my treasure trove.
Like an exited puppy, I jumped up and down.
An array of peculiar and colourful wrapping paper was arranged before me.
“You may only have one present or card before school.” said Mum.
My attention was drawn to a simple white envelope.
I composed myself as I opened it carefully; making sure it didn’t get torn.
I read it twice to myself, it was from my Mum.
It was the first time that I realised her importance to me.
She was the person who has cared for me, the person who has done everything for me and the person who had loved me so much.
Heart racing with sheer elation, I embraced her in an affectionate hug, I felt so safe in her warm grasp.
It was like a force field, deflecting all pessimism and unrest from us.
As my heart bounded with joy as a torrent of memory came to me.
It was from my infant years when my Mum wore her crimson dressing gown and came in to my room at night to check whether I was comfortable and safe.
She would give me daily cuddles as if I was a fluffy teddy bear.
I wished I could be there again, but I couldn’t and I had to believe was happy where I was.
It was time for school, my mum started the engine, its growl filled the dark winter air like a wolf eager to catch its prey.
I carried my rucksack out to the ebony vehicle like an old man, crippled by his load.
My mum saw my discomfort and effortlessly took the bag from me.
She placed it gently in the boot.
The car glided across the bone-dry road like a phantom.
I watched the palette of colours in the sky.
A display so beautiful that it thrilled me every day.
Cotton clouds sat in their mist of vibrant colours like sheep in a multicoloured field.
The chilly winter horizon seemed like a water-colour, created by the finest artist.
We arrived at the cold-hearted school gates.
