I sat at the table
quiet as a mouse and slouched in my chair. I wasn’t
ready to tell my mom that I was too big to fit into the
Rabbit hole. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask.
‘How did Alice do it?’ I thought to
myself.
“Sweetie bring your plate over, I made your
favorite! Spaghetti.” My mom called from the
Kitchen. She looked happy; why was she happy? Could she
not see how upset I was? Spaghetti was my
favorite. I stood up with my plate and walked slowly over
to the stove, doing a little hop in my step. I
wasn’t sure why I did that, I had since I fist
started walking; I guess it just stuck. People would say
it was cute, and that was fine with me. The spaghetti
looked especially good and I couldn’t wait to eat
it, as soon as it hit my plate I practically ran back to
the table and began to eat. My mom joined me and laughed
about my excitement about the spaghetti.
“Do you want anything to drink?” my mom asked
me while whipping the spaghetti sauce from around her
mouth.
“Can I have some Gatorade?” I said. It
wasn’t exactly a question because I knew I could
have some Gatorade. My mom only shook her head because
her mouth was still full with food. She slipped out of
her chair and walked over to the fridge.
“Blue, red, or orange?” she asked.
“Red, Can I pour it please?” I begged.
“Okay, I’ll hold the cup for you and you
pour, but only if you can pour me some too.” She
said teasingly. Truth was, Gatorade was never her
favorite but she always got it just because I loved
pouring. It made me feel grown up. I pushed back my seat
and moved over to my mom, who was already holding the red
Gatorade in her hands. She held the cup and I poured my
Gatorade all the way to the very tiptop. My mom
didn’t like when I did that but she never yelled at
me for it.
“What color Gatorade do you want mommy?” I
asked smiling up at my mom.
“Hm. I like the blue one.”
“I CAN GET IT!!!!!” I said eager to get the
bottle of Gatorade. I walked over to the fridge and
reached up for the blue Gatorade all the way on the top
shelve. I had to stand on the fridge floor just to be
able to reach it. My fingers barley touched the sides of
the container but I was able to twist and pull it closer
and than grab it. It took me two hands to carry it over
to the counter.
“Got it?” My mom said, offering some
help.
“I got it.” I said half smiling. I
couldn’t fully smile because all my energy was
being used to carry the Gatorade; it was really heavy for
me. I poured it for my mom than she put both
Gatorades back and the fridge and we both brought our
drinks to the table. I had to take a sip of mine first
because it was too full to carry it without spilling. We
sat down at the table and laughed and talked while we ate
my favorite food.
Format by twilightgirl995
10 faves · 1 comments · May 22, 2012 2:32pm
imnoons · 1 decade ago
This is amazingg. Keep it up! :)
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