My mom works every day, but she’s not a doctor or a teacher, she’s a stay at home mom.
My mom works every day of her life, with no vacation or days off. She cooks, cleans, and drives my brother and me every day. She helps my brother with his homework, and mine too (if I have any.). She takes care of my whole family. Like I said no breaks, no vacations, no days off.
My mom’s day starts off with waking everyone (My brother and I, and sometimes my grandma if she slept in.). Sometimes I don’t get up, but my mom doesn't give up she gets me up no matter what it takes. Then on Mondays she takes my brother and me to school, we may be loud, but my mom still takes us. Then she drives back (Which is about a half hour) to clean the house and take care of the animals that live at my house. Then she has a little time to herself (Which is for only about hour, then my brother, grandma, and I come back home). She says hello and then starts dinner. When dinner is cooking she helps my brother with homework that day. Then if I have any she helps me if I need help. After dinner she gets us ready for bed, then finally after about 11:00 pm she goes to bed, then tomorrow she does the same thing.
My mom works hard so I thought to do something special and tell her, take the day off you might have to cook (if grandma doesn't agree), but I’ll do the dishes and clean for today.
This will be your day off, vacation, your break. So spend your day wisely.
~Lillian A.K.A: ~Panda
About the author
It was a bright and beautiful day, perfect for what I was going to do, Mia Fisher thought. I was just twiddling a dandelion in my bright and gleaming yellow and green volunteer t-shirt, just like the dandelion color. I was waiting for my friend Ava Rinko to call back to me. Ava and I are planning to go to the local animal shelter in our hometown, Tillamook Oregon, and are going to go and volunteer this summer. The animal shelter was called Daisy Fields Animal Shelter, and they were really in need of help, and were very great people. Since Ava and I just turned 12, so we were able to get our rabies shots for the volunteering, just to be on the safe side. I heard a ring-a-ding-ring coming off of my tiny red glimmery flip-phone. “Hello Ava! Are you ready for today?!” I said super excitedly, because when I get out of schooling I want to be a veterinarian because I adore animals. “Of course! What about I ride my bike over to your house so we can get going to Daisy Fields?” she said back. “OK. My mom just said so!” I exclaimed. “OK, I guess I will be seeing you in a few minutes!” She exclaimed. “Okay, see you in a few minutes!” I said excitedly back. I raced upstairs to grab my sack full of extra supplies like pen and paper, for extra notes to keep on important information. Then I raced back downstairs and into the garage. I got my helmet on and bike in the carport, including saying good-bye to my mom, just in time for Ava to arrive. “Hey Ava, let’s go!” I got on my bike and we rode down the street.
Fred kicked a rock and watched as it hit a mailbox. He was extremely bored, there were no good shows on TV, and he had read all of his magazines. He sighed and sat on the curb. All of the sudden, a mailman ran up to Fred, shaking a finger. "Why did you throw a rock at Pooky? What did Pooky ever do to you, huh?". "The man is obviously out of his mind," thought Fred. Fred turned to walk away, but while he was walking, he saw the name Piper Pooman clumsily stitched on the mailman's jacket. "I have to say, everything about this man is very enigmatic!", Fred commented to himself.
After about ten minutes of running around, Fred looked around, trees towered over him like giants. Everywhere he looked there were trees... only trees. In front of him he saw what looked like an elevator. It had caution tape wrapped around it. "This is all just very strange," said Fred. Just then a loud crash echoed in the strange forest! This frightened Fred. Out of his personality, Fred ripped off the caution tape and entered the elevator thingymajig. Printed on one of the walls read the name Piper Pooman. "Golly gee, that's the name of that whacked out mailman that called the mailbox Pooky!", exclaimed Fred. On the opposite wall there was a dashboard with numbers and other blinking lights and buttons. Fred pushed a few buttons. A piercing light shot for a split second! Nothing else. "What just happened?" wondered Fred. Then, the door of the elevator opened and out stepped Fred. He looked around. It was dark and gloomy, there were no trees. All of the plants looked like nothing he's ever seen before, some of them were strangely colored. "This is not New York!" screamed Fred.