Mother's Day

5 Years Old

Jim crept down the stairs. The sun was rising slowly above the hills of Arcadia Oaks but most people were asleep, with the exception of Jim, his father and Jim's best friend, Toby, apparently, judging by the light that was on in the kitchen, a sure sign that he was raiding his grandmother's fridge. A small light was on in their own kitchen and Jim beamed when he smelled waffles. He nearly slipped on the wooden floor in his bright blue troll socks. "Umph." A man with black hair that stuck up in all directions and blue-green eyes walk towards him. "Good morning Jimmy." His father said, picking him up and sitting him on the counter. Jim watched eagerly as his father mixed a complex batter together and pouring it into the waffle maker. His daddy looked just like him, his mommy said. Same black hair, same eye shape, nearly everything. The only thing he shared with his mommy were her blue eyes. "Daddy, can we build my bike today?" Jim asked. His dad looked sheepish suddenly. "I don't know sport, you have your game today and your mom will probably want to spend time with you." Jim nodded sullenly. "Someday soon sport. I promise