I peeked into the third-grade classroom and
panicked. Every chair was neatly stacked on top its desk, except for one. My
daughter slumped in her chair with her face buried in her hands.
Miss Maney, Bonnie’s teacher, softly confirmed
my nightmarish suspicion. “You missed the Mother’s Day Tea.”
I rushed to Bonnie’s side and pulled her close.
Gentle tears trickled down her flushed cheeks.
“Oh Bonnie, I’m sooo sorry. I thought the Mother’s Day Tea was after school.”
The peach terry cloth bunny perched on her desk
stared at me with beady eyes. For days
Bonnie offered whimsical hints of this Mother’s Day gift she had crafted. I squeezed it close to my heart.
