"It's Mother's Day tomorrow," Lilly Truscott reminded Oliver Oken, sitting on my bed.

"I know," he replied. "What are you getting your mother?"

"I bought Mom a perfume. Hope she likes it," she replied back.

Oliver grinned. "Good choice. I still have no idea what to get her."

Lilly frowned and answered thoughtfully, "Well, she'd probably like a mug, I guess..."

Oliver snorted. "Yeah, and have her use her man voice again? No thanks. I think I'll get her a watch or something..."

Lilly grinned. "Good one." She turned to me. I had been there listening all the time. "Miley, what're you getting your-" She froze midway, biting her lip in horror. What had she just said?! Oliver glanced at us uneasily.

I smiled sadly. "Me?" I asked in a small voice.

Oliver cut in. "What Lilly meant was...what would you have got...you know...if she was...here," he said hesitantly.

I smiled once again, a hint of sorrow playing in it. "It's alright, Oliver."

Lilly took my hand in hers. "I'm really sorry Miley..." she began in a small voice. "I-I didn't mean to..."

I did not wipe her sad smile off. "It's okay, it happens."

"Tell me about her, Miley. Your mother," Lilly said softly.

I sighed. "My mother, huh?"

Lilly nodded. I faced my two friends, fighting back tears. "Well, to start with...she was very fair...especially when Jackson bullied me..."

"Jacky take my teddy!" a three year old me wailed as my five year old brother Jackson ran away, clutching my favourite teddy bear.

"Nah-nannee-boo-boo! You're not getting this back!" he yelled, wagging his tongue.

"MOMMY!" I bawled and ran to her room, where she was fixing her hair.

"What happened, baby?" she asked me, pouting.

"Mommy! Jacky take my teddy!" I shrieked, tugging at a fistful of her dress.

Mommy frowned. "I'll talk to him, baby. Don't cry, okay?" Smiling, she wiped my tears with her finger.

"Thank you, Mommy," I sniffled and followed her to Jackson, who was poking my teddy in its eye.

"My teddy's eyes hurt!" I screeched, as I watched Mommy angrily walk up to Jackson, hands on her hips.

She wagged her finger at him. " Jackson, give her back the toy now!" she ordered.

Jackson clutched my teddy tighter to his chest. "Miley's not playing tag with me!"

Mommy turned to me. "Miley, if you play tag with him, he'll give it back to you."

I smiled. I loved to play tag! "Okay, Jacky. TAG!" I yelled as I touched him.

He smiled back and thrust my teddy onto me. "You take your teddy, Miley."

"Thank you, Jacky," I said and gave him a hug.

Jackson grimaced. "Get off me! TAG ya!!!"

A/N: How's it? Should I continue? Or is it a mere waste? Review!!!