As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen,
Brother and sister and mum were waiting.
Tapping their fingertips on the
Wooden table,
sitting down all huddled together.
Peculiarly red and big like the biggest,
on me it shone as they
stared in illusion.
Touching the flower my sister did,
a little sprinkle of water climbed up
her face.
Screaming, shouting, crying she left,
but never laughing again,
"April fools!" I yelped.
