At 8:00am the little girl woke up on Mother’s Day. After quietly taking out a paper from her bag and an ‘Art Kit’ from her cupboard, she tiptoed into the sitting room and started to work on a card she was planning to give to her mother.
Unfortunately as she had saved the Art Kit too long for that occasion the paints turned out to be dry and the crayons were hard, to her great disappointment. However, she patiently worked on, satisfying herself with the colour pencils and decorating the tiny paper with a number of small hearts (which I must say looked liked cute ‘Bs’ to the great astonishment of the delighted mother). As soon as some rustling was heard from the bedroom, a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ was hastily scribbled on the paper, an envelope drawn out of the bag, and two small hands were wrapped around the neck of a much bigger person as mother and daughter both rejoiced for a few happy moments.
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Seven years later our six-year-old ‘little girl’ does not remain little anymore but a pretty teenager who would never dream to wake up at eight in the morning on a holiday, lest the much dreaded dark circles would start showing again. At 11.30 on Mother’s Day, the girl was woken up by a soft, ‘Please wake up dear’ from the loving mother who then received a sharp reply: “Please leave me alone and let me sleep some more, OK?” from the same daughter who used to give her cards a few years ago.
Half an hour later, a disgruntled figure appeared in front of her mother, asking for food, not having a clue that it was Mother’s Day.
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How strange it is, that kids are more close to their mothers than teenagers! I guess that’s because we teens (at least, most of us) are too ‘cool’ to celebrate ‘some occasion like that’, aren’t we? Too cool to make Mother happy, even once a year…