I am humming to myself as I stand on a stepping stool. My hands are so sticky but I am almost done with the sandwich for my mommy. It took me forever but I finally managed to cut them into heart shapes! There were a few close calls with the knife but I didn’t get hurt at all! Mommy will be so proud of me.

I placed my heart-shaped sandwiches on the plate alongside the heart-shaped pancakes! I thought for a second before deciding to put my weirdly shaped waffle on the plate as well. It took me so long to make it and I am proud it came out so well unlike the other ones that weren’t cooked all the way.

To finish it off I decided to add the rolled omelet that I added a smiley face to. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face when I was done with everything for my mommy. I couldn’t help but picture her expression when she saw all the things I made for her. I slowly got off the stepping stool while holding the plate in my hands and walked toward the table. It was just a short walk to the table but it felt like forever with the plate filled with food.

I finally reached the table and used the stepping stool that I pushed near the table to put the plate on the table. I quickly went to get mommy's coffee cup and place it next to her food. I know mommy likes her coffee to be really sweet so I made sure to put a lot of sugar in it and added whip cream at the top of it. To finish it all off I placed a flower in the middle of the table, it wasn’t a real one but I made it so it should be good enough!

I puffed my chest out as I looked at the table with everything I put on it. I was going to get mommy from her room but I realized I needed to clean myself up, I had to look my best for her! I made sure to quietly head back to my room and head into my bathroom to clean myself. I changed my clothes so I would look cute for mommy.

Mommy liked it when I wore my white frilly dress that had a flower pattern on it, she said it makes me look like a fairy! I finish it off by putting on my flower headband on my head. Now I was ready to get mommy for her breakfast.

I walked over to mommy's room that was just across mine and went to knock on it but I stopped myself. She was crying again… I hesitated for a second but decided to open her door slowly. Mommy was on her bed curled up into a ball and I could see a book open next to her, it was probably pictures of that man…

“...Mommy! I made breakfast for you!” I made my voice sound extra cheerful and got on her bed. Mommy quickly closed the book and wiped at her face before looking at me. Mommy's eyes were puffy and red but she still looked so pretty.

“O-Oh… You made breakfast for me? That's so nice, Alina.” Mommy sat up in her bed and gave me a warm hug. I let out a pleased sigh as I was surrounded by her warmth and her smell, the smell of my mommy. I didn’t want to leave her hug at all…

“Yep, now come on before the food gets cold! I worked super super super hard on it for you!” I forced myself to get out of her embrace and got off her bed. I stopped at her door and waited for her to get off the bed. Mommy got off her bed, stopping for a second to touch the closed book.

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When mommy was with me at the open door I motioned for her to hold my hand and gave a big smile when I felt her familiar warmth in my hand. I led her to the table while humming a random song, I felt even happier when mommy joined me in the random song.

“Take a seat mommy! I have to get something from my room so I will be gone for a quick second!” When I made sure mommy was sitting down, I ran back to my room making sure to slow down when mommy told me to.

I went inside of my room and got the card that I kept hidden in my room until today. I quickly grabbed it and walked out of my room with it behind my back. I slowly walked over to mommy and gave a wide smile to her once she noticed me.

“Before you eat… Please read this card first…” I quickly held the card I made for mommy out to her and avoided looking her in the eyes. My face felt hot as I grew embarrassed all of a sudden. When I felt mommy take the card out of my hands I quickly brought both my hands close to me and messed around with fingers.

“...I know that I won’t help you fully get over the sadness you feel. But I want you to know that in my eyes you are the best mommy in the whole world! I really love you and I hope you always know that!” My face felt super hot as I told mommy this and I got nervous when mommy didn’t say anything for a long time.

I decided to look at mommy but I felt myself getting lifted off the ground and held closely by mommy. I could feel my shoulder getting wet as mommy started to cry again. I didn’t know why she was crying. Didn’t she like the card I made for her?

I know I am not the best at drawing yet but I think I did a good job at drawing us together in the card. Did she not like the message I wrote on the card? I felt anxious as I tried to understand what I did wrong.

“Thank you for being born… Thank you so much…” Mommy was only saying that to me and I don’t know why but I started to tear up as well. I tried really hard not to cry but the tears ended up coming out of my eyes. I held onto mommy tightly and hoped she could feel all the love I have for her. I love her so much… Please know that mommy… Please…

I woke up in a daze on the desk in my room and I could feel my eyes were wet. I couldn’t remember what made me feel this way but my heart couldn’t help but squeeze tightly in my chest. I wiped away the tears on my face and looked out the window in my room, the sun was slowly rising. I could hear birds outside and see a few flying.

Today was mother’s day and I decided to wake up early so I could make something for Mae before she had the chance. This was something I had planned for a while and I must have fallen asleep at my desk as I was making the card for Mae. I looked at my desk and felt pleased that the card was finished.

I got up from my seat and stretched out my body. I had maybe an hour to make something for Mae in the kitchen. I won’t be able to make too much but I could be able to cook at least one thing. I opened the door to my room slowly and looked out into the still-dark hallway.

I couldn’t help but get a familiar feeling in my chest as I sneaked to the kitchen so I could make breakfast for Mae. I couldn’t help humming to myself softly as I continued to sneak around in the quiet house. This was a nice feeling in my chest that I hope would last for a bit longer...