The Mother’s Day Gift

I looked out the window at the houses outside, spring had already started, the snow melted away leaving puddles for children to jump in. It was raining outside, I could hear the pitter-patter of rain on our house’s rooftop, slowly I changed my view, to the tiny raindrops on the window. I looked carefully as a tiny drop fell from the dark gray clouds on to my bedroom window, it slid and started to make its own path, it went zigzag and then down again without a care. The tiny droplet was now getting bigger and bigger as it bumped into other droplets, when it finally at the bottom it was as big as a button. It has been raining all of April and some of May. Just then the sun shined brighter than ever, Snowflake, my cat, jumped on my lap.

“Clara” mom called “lunch is ready”

I rushed downstairs and saw my mother serving us the delicious food she had made. I took a seat at the table and watched her every move like she was the most interesting person in the world. Snowflake kept trying to get my attention, but I was too focused on my mom. Her blue, loving eyes twinkled as she kept food on the table. Her brown hair swayed as she took her seat. She looked at me as if I was a wonder.

I took a deep breath and kept my hand in my sweater pocket. And the words spilled out of my mouth “Happy Mother’s Day” I cried then I grabbed something out of my pocket, into my hand. It was a handmade necklace I had made for my mom. I felt embarrassed, I knew the necklace was not so good, I thought she may not like it, but still I held out my hands to show it. Then something astonishing happened, my mom’s surprise face turned into a happy face. She smiled, then I did too.

I had a tiny feeling in my heart that maybe the necklace was not that bad, and maybe she liked it, but that is still a mystery…