Mummy knocked again.“she must really be angry now” I thought. “ I'm coming...... I'm coming, I said as I reached for the spare bedcover and quickly made my bed. After I had done that, I looked my room over. It looked okay to me. Then I flung the door open.
“Good morning, mum”, I greeted.
But mummy didn't reply. She looked me over head to toe. Are you alright? She asked.
Yes, mum, I nodded.
She stepped into my room and looked around suspiciously. What are you hiding in this room ? What took you so long before you opened the door? She queried, her eyes searching the room.
“Nothing”, I lied , I was just trying to get out of bed.
My mother's eyes opened in wonder. We're you tied to bed?
No.
Mummy looked me over again as she surveyed my room. Then she nodded in approval. Your room looked tidy today. You're turning out to be a good boy.
I smiled.Thank you Mummy.
I want you to keep this up, so that your sister can learn from you .
I nodded.
Your father will be proud of you today. As I began to smile I saw the door of my wardrobe swinging open slowly. I froze.
“ What's wrong with you? Mummy asked frowning in surprise at my distress.
“ Nothing. . . . . Nothing.
Then her eyes followed the direction of my gaze to the wardrobe. She walked over and peered inside.
What's smelling here? Do you keep food here?
No, I replied behind her wondering whether she would discover my juice soaked bedcover. ..........................TBC😎😎😎
