A Crazy Birthday

• Kawlija - Merle Brahim, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

“Oi! Get off my lawn!” Mr Grouge shouted “And stop picking my petunias, it took me three years to grow them,”
“Sorry, but it’s my mum’s birthday tomorrow,” I said
“I don’t care if it’s your parent’s funeral, no one picks my petunias!” he thundered. I quickly run around the corner, but carefully so the petals don’t fall off the flowers. I run up the steps to the front door, but it’s locked, so I run around to the back and climb into my tree fort. “I’m safe at last,” I quietly whisper to myself. I find a leaf to wrap the flowers in, but as I go to get it, I see something bright shines through the rim off my glasses, so I climb down to get a closer look but then I hear my mum’s voice “Sharon, I’m home could you please help me with the groceries and unload the…” before she finishes her sentence I hear glass shatter, so I go and see what happened.

When I eventually get around to the front I see that mum has fallen unconscious because of her high heels and she has landed on her mobile phone, so, without thinking straight, I get mum’s keys from her purse and start the car. I’ve seen her drive enough times to try it for myself (even though I’m 15 and a ½ years old and I’m practically old enough to drive).

When we eventually get to the hospital there are no parking spots left so I park the car on the kerb, carry mum in (thank goodness I have strong arm muscles to lift the other cheerleaders up into the air in practise) and then throw $100 at the receptionist, grab a map of the hospital and run to the next empty room with a doctor to try help mum recover, the doctor says that it will take mum 1 week to be okay to come home.

1 week later mum’s back home watching TV with her leg in a cast and me as her food and drink fetcher. Well at least I get double pocket money and no school for 6 weeks!