Mr. Big –
"Shelly Smalls get upstairs now!" Mrs. Smalls shouted as her young son walked through the door.
"But mommy!" He cried childishly, "Look, I'm going to be working for the daily rag!" He added excitedly.
"Huh!" The woman scoffed, "No son of mine is going to be some stupid reporter! Now go upstairs and focus on your business degree!"
The young blonde boy sighed looking around the small dingy disgusting house before climbing up the stairs to his small empty room.
Once upstairs he checked the calendar, "Tomorrow's my birthday!" He whispered to himself in excitement, "Tomorrow!" He jumped, in fact that's one of things he wanted for his birthday, to jump! He wanted a trampoline.
The next day Shelly woke up early and ran down the stairs. His mother was sitting at the table holding a cup of coffee and her head rested on her other hand, "Mom?" He asked quietly.
"Oh, Shelly!" She stood up going to a cupboard to grab her son some cereal.
"Mom, do you know what today is?" the young boy asked hopefully.
"Yes dear, it's your birthday," Mrs. Smalls smiled, "But, Shelly dear we can't afford many presents for you," she added sadly, deciding to grab the mock lucky charms for the special occasion.
"That's ok mommy," Shelly said earnestly.
"That's why it's so important for you to become a business man; I don't want you to live your whole life like this!" She kissed his forehead.
"I know," The boy replied smiling, "I'll be so rich I'll have everything super-sized!" he said making both of them laugh, "I'll be called Mr. Big!"
"That's a plan," Mrs. Smalls said leaning reaching behind an old beat up toaster, "But until then," She smiled bringing a small present wrapped in newspapers.
"Yay!" Shelly grabbed the present and tore off the paper revealing a round plush bunny toy.
"It's so squishy…" He muttered mesmerized.
"Happy birthday Shelly."
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