Just a little bit more than five hundred words for someone special who's given so much more.

Happy Mother's Day!


I heard Stelle curse at me, "Andi, get a hold of yourself!"

"But-but-but-!" I sighed and groaned exasperatedly, falling face-down on my bed. "This is the first time this has ever happened!"

There was static before I heard the shortest of her replies. Ever. "I know."


"Listen, Andi," she began saying through the phone. I tuned in, "Not knowing what to give your mother on Mother's Day isn't the end of the world-"

"But I always give her something on Mother's Day!" I quickly chimed in, sitting up.

"-And it's not always-" she made sure she emphasized the word, "-that your mother isn't home to celebrate it with you. For Christ's sake, she's in Malaysia!"

"Exactly!" I said aloud, "What can I get her since she's way over there and I'm, well, here?"

I heard Stelle sigh again before she began her series of questions. She began with, "How about flowers?"

"I've given those before. And besides, my dad always gives her…"

"Your-?" Stelle began. I rolled my eyes and it was as though she saw me.

"You know which dad I'm talking about!" I said to her, knowing full well that she knew that it was my stepfather and not my biological father I was talking about.

"I'm just trying to lighten up your mood, sheesh!" was her nearly exasperated reply, "Um… Chocolates?"

"Given 'em before too," I replied, "And too common."

"So, you're looking for something unique?" She asked me, I heard a loud flop. Seems like she turned to her bed as well.

"Not really unique…" I trailed off, "… More of special."

"Hmm…" I heard Stelle think over the line, "How about those orange candy stuff that she likes?"

"I've given her that too. And besides," I chuckled, "She can buy those herself whenever she wants to…"

"How about-"

"Not clothes, Stelle," I overrode her, "And no, no cheap, cheezy cards that people use to say what they can't say themselves, I know what you're thinking!"


The two of us remained silent for a while.

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"


I groaned. Stelle was the friend who knew me the most and my mom knew the most. If she didn't get to think of anything to give my mom on mother's day, who else could? I groaned again, flopping on my bed, lying on my back.

"Pity you couldn't just write a song for her…" she suddenly said.

And it clicked.

"That's it, Stelle!" and I jumped off my bed and took my laptop from under my bed.

"What?" my oblivious friend piped up, obviously not realizing what she had said, "I really don't think you can write her a song - I mean, not saying anything on your talent, you can write songs - but she's not going to be able to hear-"

"No, Stelle," I began shaking my head as though she could see me, "Writing. I can write something for her… And I can just email it!"

"Great!" I heard her exclaim but I was pretty sure she was still registering the information I've just said.

"Thank you so much, Stelle!" I said, "I gotta do it now!"

"Sure! And," she paused, pondering, "And… You're… Welcome, I guess."

And she hung up.

I turned off the cordless phone and turned on my laptop. As soon as the desktop opened, I opened a new window.

Something for Mother's day…