I take a deep breath as I wake up the next morning.Today I'm going to ask her. If I can go to Paris. I think to myself. I can convince her to take me, just if I try.
I make sure to turn off my incredibly annoying alarm and I get out of bed. I flop down the stairs looking like a hot mess.
Mom looks at me for a second, and breaks the silence with, "What do you want for breakfast, honey?" I reply with, "Scrambled eggs."
Mom makes me some scrambled eggs, and points at my chair. That's her way of saying sit down.
I sit down, and start to eat my breakfast.
"Mom, can I ask you something?" I ask mom.
"Sure, honey!" She replies.
"Well, I really want to go to Paris one day, and I'm asking if we can go. Please, mom? I just want to go because I've been waiting seven years to go, and I don't want to wait any longer."
Mom raises an eyebrow. She says, "I don't know, honey. With all the bills we need to pay, we might not have enough money to go. I'm so sorry, I know it's your dream vacation, but we probably won't be able to go."
"Please mom, please? I'll pay for the trip, and I'll pay for the hotel! Just please, let me go! I'm twelve, and I'm ready to go!"
"It's a decision your father and I have to make. But we can try to get there."
I throw my arms around my mother's neck. "Thank you!" I cry.
"You're welcome." She replies.
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Paris, My Dream Vacation
General Fiction"I wanna go there someday!" Nelly said when she was 5. "Can we go there, Mommy?" She said when she was 7. "Can we please go, Mommy?" She said when she was 10. And now Nelly is 12. Nelly wants to go to Paris, France someday. It's her dream vacation...
