Mummy the Fab Packer
Today, after reporting my return to my mum, I entered my room to receive a pleasant surprise. Or maybe I was more shocked than surprise. My usually crowded table which had piles of books and toys on it...
...was EMPTY
My mother, the packer in the house, had seen me using a cramped table to study and figured it was time to make some space for me so that I spread my books out on the table. I later discovered after taking a few more looks that she basically hid everything away in a corner, piled up high. If you come into my room and look towards the right of my table, behind the white pillar, you'll see 2 high stacks of books.
Ok, so maybe not 2 high stacks. But it's high. I was happy, but shocked. Still haven't gotten used to the emptiness of my table.
One thing I was really sad about was that my mother had to squeeze all my favourite stuff toys into a miserable box. I placed all those toys on the table so that I could look at them and smile at them when I was a little sad from studying too much. Look at the result of my mother's expertise in packing:
Can you see hair peeking out at the head of the giraffe? It belongs to my most beloved and most favourite stuff toy named...
...Hippo. Isn't she cute? She's purple in colour, the yellow lighting made her... yellow.
I've had Hippo since... goodness knows when. My heart is very painful whenever I think of my Hippo stuffed inside the box. I can't wait for promos to be over so I can display her proudly on my table again.
...was EMPTY
My mother, the packer in the house, had seen me using a cramped table to study and figured it was time to make some space for me so that I spread my books out on the table. I later discovered after taking a few more looks that she basically hid everything away in a corner, piled up high. If you come into my room and look towards the right of my table, behind the white pillar, you'll see 2 high stacks of books.
Ok, so maybe not 2 high stacks. But it's high. I was happy, but shocked. Still haven't gotten used to the emptiness of my table.
One thing I was really sad about was that my mother had to squeeze all my favourite stuff toys into a miserable box. I placed all those toys on the table so that I could look at them and smile at them when I was a little sad from studying too much. Look at the result of my mother's expertise in packing:
Can you see hair peeking out at the head of the giraffe? It belongs to my most beloved and most favourite stuff toy named...
...Hippo. Isn't she cute? She's purple in colour, the yellow lighting made her... yellow.
I've had Hippo since... goodness knows when. My heart is very painful whenever I think of my Hippo stuffed inside the box. I can't wait for promos to be over so I can display her proudly on my table again.
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