Not a one!
Little Chad was a shy, quiet, young boy. One day, he came
home and told his mother that he'd like to make a
valentine for everyone in his class. Her heart sank. She
thought, "I wish he wouldn't do that!" because she had
watched the children when they walked home from school.
They laughed and talked to each other. But Chad was never included.
Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with her son. So she
purchased the paper and glue and crayons. Night after night, Chad
painstakingly made 35 valentines.
Valentine's Day dawned, and Chad was beside himself with excitement. He
carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag, and bolted out the door. His
mother decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them nice and
warm with a cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just
knew he would be disappointed, and maybe that would ease the pain a little.
It hurt her to think that he wouldn't get many valentines - maybe none at all.
That afternoon she had the cookies and milk on the table. When she heard
the children outside, she looked out the window. Sure enough there they
came, laughing and having the best time. And, as always, there was Chad in
the rear. He walked a little faster than usual. She fully expected him to burst
into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms were empty, she noticed, and
when the door opened she choked back the tears.
"Mommy has some cookies and milk for you," she tried to be joyful.
But he hardly heard her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow,
and all he could say was: "Not a one. Not a one.”
Her heart sank.
And then he added, "I didn't forget a one, not a single one!”
- Dave Galloway
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