Itwasasunnyday.Itwasgoodtogooutandplay.ButTomonlycanwrotehishomeworkintheroom.Tomwantedtorunandjumplikeotherchildren,tobathethesunandembracenature.Buthismotherwastoostrictwithhim.
Inthewarmsunshine,alittleboy,lyingonhisdesk,fellasleepexhausted.
Tomwhisperedtohermother,"Mom,canIgoouttoplayforawhile?”Hismotherturnedaroundandglaredathim.Shesaidsternly,"lookatJack.Heisthefirstplaceeverytime.Howaboutyou?"Tompointedtothewindow:"yousee,heisplayingnow!
"Momturnedhereyesoff,"ifyoucanguaranteethatthisisthefirsttime,thenyougoouttoplay!"Tombowedhishead.Heknewthathisgradeswerenotsatisfactory.Hewasquietlycomplainingtohismotherinhisheart.
It'sapitythattheboyismyincarnation