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| A caring mum | |
| By Nina | ||||||||||||||
| 29 June 2006 | ||||||||||||||
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The strident sound of a ludicrous ring tone pierced the austere silence that was overwhelming the room. Danny picked up his mobile and watched its screen for a second, tempted to ignore the call but the irritated pairs of eyes fixing him disapprovingly made him change his mind. ‘Hi, mum.’ ‘Oh, hello, sweetheart Are you at school?’ ‘She knows I am at school. What on earth is she ringing me for again?’ an exasperated Danny wondered. She had already done it two times so far and it wasn’t even midday. First time she wanted to know if he got there safely. The second time, she just reminded him that his auntie Emma was popping in this afternoon so she wanted to make sure he was coming straight home after school. ‘Yes, mum, I am at school.’ ‘Ok, babes. Listen, you only left your lunch box at home, you silly boy. What are you going to do for dinner now? D’you know what, I’ll drop by on my way to the hairdresser and bring it over to you, what’d you think? ‘Mum, don’t worry, I’ll get something from the canteen.’ ‘Sweetheart, you know I don’t like you spending money on all that unhealthy food when you’ve got a full box of tasty home-made sandwiches.’ ‘One meal will do me no harm, mum.’ Danny tried to convince her, whilst his taste buds were getting over excited at the appetising thought of a big plate full of piping hot golden chips splashed all over with ketchup. He threw a quick look around the room and his colleagues’ amused eyes, which were watching him curiously, made him wish that he could cut the conversation short. He could swear that Andy, the one sitting next to him, could hear every single word of what his mum was saying. ‘Oh mum, just leave me alone…please!!!’ he prayed in his mind. ‘Ok, sweetheart, but please make sure you don’t spill any food on your shirt, will you?… last time it was a nightmare to get all the marks off.’ ‘Yes, mum, I will be careful.’ Danny rolled his eyes upwards, wishing that he could carry on the conversation underneath the desk. ‘Listen, talking about shirts, you did put on a clean one this morning, didn’t you? …and clean socks and underwear? I left them all ready for you in your bedroom last night.’ ‘Muuuum!’ Danny protested as his ears were getting hotter and, consequently, redder. ‘Ok, ok, keep hour hair on, I’m only making sure…I am your mum, you know…anyway, I better go now, I’ve got someone at the door. Talk to you later.’ ‘Hopefully not.’ Danny wished silently. ‘Ok, mum. Bye!’ ‘Bye, sweetheart! Love you!’ ‘Love you too.’ Danny said quickly, throwing another glimpse around the room to see if anyone was listening. Andy stood up collecting his book from the desk. He looked at Danny with a sneering smirk on his face: ‘Mums, eh? They never stop caring.’ And then he headed towards the door, ready to face a classroom full of noisy kids for another lecture in modern history.
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