My Mother

I just sat down here at the computer; I started to read my mother's little Crayola Crayon Pad.

I expected to find drawings from my sister scribbled all over all the pages. Instead, I found a story that my mother has obviously started to write. It is clearly a children's story containing happiness and bright colors. That's what my mom likes, bright happiness and children.

She used to teach preschool, but now she doesn't.

She always is waving to the little children when they walk by in their little sweaters and dresses. It is almost annoying.

Well, this same mother wants on the computer now, so this will be cut short.