By: Esther Grace
Alicia scribbled the answer to the last algebra problem and closed her book. “Come in,” she said from her perch on the bed.
In came her mom. “Hi, sweetie. How was school today?”
Mom glanced at the closet door and reached out to open it. Alicia said just too late, “Look out!”
An avalanche of clothes dropped on Mom.
“I think you need to organize your closet, Alicia.”
Mom beckoned. Alicia stood beside her mom. Her heart sunk as she gaped at the clothes that stuffed her closet.
“How?” Alicia said.
“First, we need to see what clothes fit you still.”
Alicia dug through the piles and came up with her arms full of too-small clothing.
Her mom plopped the clothes into a plastic bag discovered in the depths of the closet.
“We’re giving the clothes to Goodwill, right, Mom?”
Alicia found a marker in her bedside table’s drawer, wrote ‘Goodwill’ with swirly letters on the bag, and capped the pen.
“That’s better,” Mom sighed with relief.
Alicia eyed the piles. They had shrunk just a little. “What’s next?”
“We need to have specific places for your skirts, pants, shirts, and dresses.”
“Hey, I get it! That’s smart.” Alicia shuffled the clothing into sections. “And I can even separate summer shirts from winter shirts and things like that.”
Mom gathered the remaining clothes from the floor, slipped them onto hangers, and slid the clothes into their places.
“Ooohh, we can color code them too!” Mom exclaimed as she and Alicia rearranged the clothes into a shimmering mass of colors.
“It’s like a rainbow!” Alicia ran her finger over the neat line of clothes and giggled. She happened to glance at the floor and gasped.
“What is it, honey?”
“My closet is organized!”
Mom embraced Alicia. “Great job, Alicia!”
“Aw, Mom, thanks for showing me how. My closet is gonna be so much easier to use now!” Alicia leaned her head against her mom’s shoulder.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
Alicia laughed, “To organize closets?”
“Yes, and to help my daughter with everything else she needs help with.” Mom looked lovingly into Alicia’s eyes.
A lump of emotion came into Alicia’s throat. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, Alicia.”
© 2010 by Esther Grace. All rights reserved.
Esther Grace is a godly teenager just like you. She loves singing in choir. Arguing in Debate Club. Helping the church any possible way. Knitting teddies. Listening to music. Reading. Encouraging friends. Tickling the ivories (i.e. playing the piano). Most importantly, Esther longs for a radical revolution to sweep through today’s world. But that’s not going to happen on its own. So she is resolved to stand firm amidst the storm; to speak the truth no matter what; to live for Christ.
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