Dear Mom,

plane

dear mom,

it all happened at 8 am,

little 8 year old cedric,

with his power ranger action figure,

and Thomas the train shirt,

with matching blue shorts,

was sitting inpatentially in the uncomfortable seat of the plane.

his mother,

eleanor with her hair all down,

holding onto her husband,

joey,

hand,

were watching as their son was cringing with boredom.

"now now son,

we're almost there.

just wait."

his mother told her,

her voice much like silk,

and having this sweet taste that wanted you to listen to it more,

told her son who was still bored.

"we're almost there son.

when we're there,

you'll love it!

the house is such a beauty,

your aunt and uncle are pretty rich."

his father chuckled while telling his son.

after awhile of fretting,

young cedric eventually calmed down.

after a few seconds,

young cedric heard this sound,

this beeping noise.

he heard it earlier but decided to ignore it,

but now it was becoming louder,

and surely now his parents were noticing,

except when cedric looked over,

he found both his parents asleep.

love,

ann

scribbled furiously on a picture of a plane