To Mum

It was a week before Mothers Day and Tom was happy. He had organised the greatest present ever, it was going to be delivered any day now.
It was the morning of the day before Mothers Day and Tom was worried. The present hadn’t arrived yet. He checked his email. There was an email. It said the present had been confiscated by customs. Tom screamed. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
His Mother came into the room. She asked What’s wrong?
Nothing he replied.
He left the house as if he was going to school, but he really went looking for a replacement present. He looked all day and but he couldn’t find anything good enough. He decided to make her something.
He went home.
He sat at his desk with his pens and paper and scissors and worked for hours. But he couldn’t make anything good enough.
Tom lay on his bed and tried to think of what he could do.
He fell asleep.
When he woke up he looked at the clock 10:30AM
It was too late to do anything and he had slept in too long to even make her breakfast. He walked into the lounge head down.
That was the best Mothers Day present ever! I can’t believe you slept through the whole day so I wouldn’t have to deal with you.
Tom looked at the calendar. It was May tenth.
I stayed up all night to make sure it would work he said.