Mum's Umbrella

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Mum's Umbrella
I love my mum. My mum loves me. Sometimes when I'm sad she comes to comfort me. If she's not there, I look at her umbrella. You might be thinking: "Why would an umbrella be any use?" Well, when I go home, my mum comes and picks me up, not in a car, but with an umbrella. The students call me a wussy because they think that it's stupid because you walk home with your mum. Though, I love being by her side. The cold dark rain outside, and it feels so warm and light by mums side. I started to love the rainy days, more than the sunny ones.