I'm feeling the sleepiness setting in but I want to post this before going to bed.
As a result, I am here on my laptop and drinking hot cocoa again (just like this). Mmmm.
I feel the same way as the yellow M&M. But before I go to bed, here is the story of what happened...
I was surprised earlier when my mom told me that she's leaving in a few hours to fly to the Philippines. She said she'll be there for thirty days. I was a little taken back; I knew that she likes to go on vacations, but I had no clue that she would be leaving for one so soon. I'm pretty sure she hasn't told anyone else in the family.
After she told me this, I helped her tape up the cardboard box that she'll be taking with her on her trip. After we were done taping it up, she said she was going to go to bed and she left the living room.
I stared at the box.
I was thinking about how I hope my mom has a safe trip and also about how plain the box looked. I took a marker from my art supply box and began to make a sketch on her box. I remembered how special the drawing from The Sketch of a Tree was to me so I drew a tree again. It took me about three minutes to complete and I felt better afterwards.
Now my mom's box didn't look so plain.
My younger brother walked into the living room a couple minutes later and saw the box. He must have realized that mom was going on another one of her spontaneous vacations. Then he saw the sketch.
"Did you draw that?"
I told him yes.
"I like it. It's really nice."
I couldn't help but smile. Not only was I ecstatic to suddenly not feel annoyed by him - as I had been for the whole day - but I had also been thinking the same thing.
My mom's going to love seeing that sketch on her box.