My mom loves me, as much as I hate to admit it. Mrs. Peoples had given everyone in battle of the books personalized bags. We thanked her but she said that she didn’t do it. I got into the car that day and told my mom about it. I said it must have been Kelley’s mom. She just smiled. The next day my dad comes into my room and asks if I want to know a secret. He says it was my mother who made the bags for everyone she just didn’t want me to know because she was scared I would be angry and not like the idea. *Which is most likely true* I did not only feel like a guilty jerk who’s mom was scared to tell things to, but a bad daughter. I also felt stupid. How could I miss the making of 6 bags, the buying of the gifts and her dropping them off at school? I don’t know what happens in my own house anymore! Maybe I never did.
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