Happy Birthday Mom! This is a special gift just for you.
It was spring. The air was clear, birds were singing, and happiness radiated throughout the town of Amity Park. No ghosts had attacked so far, which was a bonus to the already perfect day. Pamela Manson was in her front yard planting daisies and roses. She was on her knees, just finishing with a plant, when her teenage daughter Samantha came up, chatting with her friends.
Pamela wished her daughter would spend more time doing something productive, instead of running off all the time. She was worried about her, and not just because she was overprotective. Sam didn't know it, but she had found the first-aid kit stashed under her bed. And it had been half empty. Pam knew it wasn't her daughter that was getting hurt, but she was worried nonetheless. What mother wouldn't be?
No, it wasn't Sammikins that the first-aid was for, it was that Danny fellow. That's why Pamela worked so hard to keep her away from him; she didn't want Sam to get hurt. But, her daughter was independent, so she didn't really have much of a say. That didn't mean she couldn't still fret.
She sighed and went back to gardening. She tried to enjoy the aroma of the flowers, but she couldn't concentrate. She wished she and Samantha could spend more time together, but they had almost nothing in common.
Sam said something to her friends, and they waved good-bye. She went inside, and then came back out a minute later wearing a tan gardener's hat. She smiled at her mother. "May I join you?"
A smile crossed Pamela's weary face. "Yes, please do." Her daughter knelt down beside her and dug a hole for the next daisy. She smiled as she placed it in and patted down the dirt.
For the next hour, mother and daughter peacefully chatted and planted flowers. When Pamela handed Sam a glass of fresh lemonade, she said, "I love you, Mom."
I love you, Mom! Happy Birthday (and the same to moms everywhere)!