2-Final Message (rewrite) by Becky Crookham

Before she could step out of the bedroom, her nephews pushed the door open and almost knocked her down as they grabbed her. “Auntie Maisie! Auntie Maisie!” Was this a group hug, or an offensive tackle? She peeled their hands off, “Let me have a chance to wake up first guys.” The radio sang Jingle...