It Was One of Those Mornings

It Was One Of Those Mornings In childhood I was too fond of my aunt. Her sudden visit gave me pleasant stunt. Whole passed by playing, singing, dancing. A gift always waited on next morning. That day dawned so gloomy, so dull, so sad. Aunt left offering no gift, I felt bad. It seemed I could never forgive her fault. I decided to wait for her next halt. Meanwhile aunt called and talked about her visit. But neither I nor she uttered of gift. With bright Sun very Good Morning came. A gift parcel was delivered by my name. 03/08/6 It Was One Of Those Mornings Contest Sixth Place Sponsor Sara Kendrick