Scarecrow and Mrs King belongs to Warner Brothers and Shoot The Moon Productions, and not to me

Mother's Day

She had to be dreaming, Amanda thought, listening to the sound of voices outside her bedroom door. It wasn't just possible, but somehow it seemed so real.

"Philip, I think that Jenna should hold the tray-she's the baby."

"Jamie I'm thirteen years old, I'm not a baby."

"I didn't say 'a baby', Jenna. I said 'the baby'." Jamie said. "There's a difference."

"Well it doesn't sound any different to me." Jenna said.

"Well munchkin, I'm a journalist and there is a difference," Jamie said.

"Look, would you two stop bickering?" Philip said. "This is the way it works, wormbrain. I'm the oldest, so I carry the tray, Jenna carries the flowers, and you carry the cards. "

"Philip don't call your brother a wormbrain," Amanda whispered, snuggling deeper underneath the covers. She didn't say it any more loudly for fear of waking up and spoiling the dream. And a dream was what it had to be-Philip and Jamie had both told her they wouldn't be able to make it this year. Unless….Lee had been wearing that smile for the past couple of days, Amanda recalled-a Cheshire-cat smile that usually meant he was hiding something.

There was only one way to tell if this was real or not, Amanda decided. She opened her eyes, pulling herself to a sitting position. She was usually up earlier than this- the bedside clock told her it was 8:30 AM. Sunlight poured into the room and from outside she could hear the faint sound of birdsong. Lee's side of the bed was empty-a faint indentation on the pillow beside her was the only sign of his recent presence.

The voices could still be heard, coming from just outside her closed bedroom door. Definitely not a dream, Amanda thought, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"Well how about this?" Jamie said. "Jenna carries the tray because she's the only girl."

"Well what if Jenna drops it?" Philip said. "It's kind of heavy, you know."

"Look, I'll carry anything, really," Jenna said. "I don't care what I carry."

"See, Jamie?" Philip said. "Jenna said she doesn't care, so let's do it my way."

"Jenna, you give in to Philip way too easy," Jamie said.

"Excuse me, but I'll take the tray," Lee's voice said, suddenly breaking in on the discussion. "Jenna takes the flowers, Jamie takes the cards and Philip, you can carry this present, okay? Now-on the count of three guys. One, Two, Three-"

The door flew open as her family burst into the room.

"Happy Mother's Day!" they chorused.

The End