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The Yellow Monster
Imagine to yourself, a woman, sitting on her front porch with tears in her eyes; waiting for the big yellow monster to come and take her son away.
I looked down and there stood a little boy no more then five years old. I thought to myself, "how could this little fellow have grown up so fast?" wasn't it just yesterday when he came, running to me in the middle of the night saying "Mommy I'm scared to sleep by myself." Before you knew it, we were hugged up tight and fast asleep. Now he is ready for his first day of school. I turned and looked at him, he smiled and said, "I wonder what the day will be like."
I answered him with all the courage I could gather: "It will be a great day just wait and see." I really couldn't say whether he believed me or not, but I was sure of one thing, I didn't believe a word I was saying.
He reached out and put his little hand in mine and said "You know what mom, I think I'm growing up."
I looked down at him and replied, "Please don't grow up so fast; I still need my little baby."
"But mom," he replied "I'm not a baby I am a man". This little boy whom I have held for five years tells me that now he is a man.
There up on the hill, I saw the big yellow monster, I reached down to kiss him goodbye, only to find him pushing me away and saying "Please not in front of everyone."
He ran toward the monster and hopped on it. He turned and waved saying, "See you soon mom." The monster ran off taking my precious cargo with it....
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