My Mum, My Hero
“I don’t want to go to school,” I moaned. “Why not young lady”? Mum said sharply. Mum was eating toast with gooseberry jam and wearing her white silk nightgown with her hair in curlers. “I’m sick”. “Where?” Mum said in surprise. “Just yesterday you were as fit as a fiddle.” “My heart! Now do I have to go to school?” I asked. Mum sighed, “You are making up excuses. Now tell me please,” said Mum. “You can trust me.”
Those words made me feel safe and warm. “There are these girls at school. They make up rumours and tales about me,” I cried. It started off as a stream of emotions but then it turned into a big long river of emotions. At the end we came up with a solution. “Those girls are bullying you,” Mum said. “I’ll go and tell the teacher and make sure that they don’t do that again. Although my question is why didn’t you tell me? We could have dealt with this, months ago.” “Well I thought you would get mad,” I responded.
Mum went into school and got the bullies into trouble and nobody has ever bullied me again. My Mum Is My Hero!
Emma Ní Shúilleabháin (Rang 5)