My Day by Clara

My rage fizzled over. “Fine!” I yelled, storming out of the room. The door almost came off its hinges as it rocketed shut. But as the door slammed, I knew I was being a brat. I burst into tears, my mum was crying… I had made her cry! “Shhh,” I whispered to her, stroking her hair softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I cried even more, my face soaked with tears. Together we cried enough tears to fill the Atlantic Ocean. “I’m so sorry!” I gurgled between sobs. I nestled my face against Mum’s neck, and all was forgotten.