bad day!

“they’re not bad” I said in a croaky voice laying down again. my mother was about get my birthday presents when she got a call… I had an allergic reaction she took me to hospital.

I’d been talking to my mum about my birthday for hours and one of the things she refused to get me was yellow roller skates. As I lied in bed thinking about tomorrow, my small tiny thoughts surrounded me in a dream…

I swam slowly towards my mother… she was there but the world around was blurred I couldn’t see I was lost. Suddenly my dream came to an end!

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