Take A Chance

The Fox In The Box

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CHAPTER SIX

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday dear Moooooommmmm!

Happy birthday to you!

With that, mom blows on the candles and all the flames are still glowing bright, making her wrinkled face glow Orange in the dark kitchen.

She blows again... same result. Blow #3... Blow #4... Mom looks out of breath as she clutches her stomach and asks me and Kevin "what the heck king of witch craft we did to her candles" but never the less smiling widely and breathing loudly, continually blowing on the candles. Not like she could blow them out...

This year me and Kevin decided to trick our loving mother. We bought a special type of candle that can't blow out.

"I give up!" She declares and makes a grab for the candles to take then out. Keven reaches over to her hand and grabs it, reaches over to the cannot next to him his hand disappears and comes back with a hot pad in it.

Terribly slowly he drops our newly 40 year old mother's hand and plucks the candles out and putts then into the stainless steal sink. He then runs water over them, the bright orange glow leaving the room instantly.

Mom glances between the two of us before rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "What did I do to deserve them?" She asks the ceiling, though sadly, it doesn't answer. She smiles at the end and asks a question to us this time.

"What did you get me before I eat my yummy cake!" The question went unanswered as Kevin shrugs and I smirk taking out a little black box I had got from the Fred Meyers Jewlery section . I got some pretty weird looks from some people, but it's not like I cared. I just hoped mom liked it.

Leaving the sink to grab the box quickly, she opens the latch and saw the price of jewelry. A warm tear streaks down her right cheek as she presses her index finger to the heart shaped necklace. "Thank you, Raven"

The necklace was simple, being a silver color and had a heart shaped demand at the bottom. But it open up to a place where you could put a picture. I put a picture of my grandpa, my mom's dad, inside. He died about 2 weeks ago and the funeral was 1 1/2 weeks ago.

He was a mom and dad to my mother. He mom died at 17 giving birth to my mom. My mom always felt that it was her fault she was dead and cried a lot when she finally hit the age of 14 and actually understood what happened, why everyone les had a mom but her.

All good things, all good things...... I remind myself, thinking of Olaf's family snowman face. Some people are worth melting for... Stop. Right now. OLAF! Shut up!

Realising I was trying to talk to a snowman through my head I blushed, glad the room was dark and told my mom that she was welcome.

Staring at my feet, through the corner of my eyes I see Keven bring into the room a huge box. When did he leave?

With a huge smile blowing up his face, he tells my mom "Go ahead, open it up mum! COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!" What in the world? Since when did he get so- . . . demanding?