Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12 All in all, it was a great day. There was the photo. There was the pizza party afterward with all our families. There was the mint-chip ice cream for dessert. And let's not forget the whipped cream with the cherry on top. By the time I got into bed, I was as tired as a bear in the middle of winter. "Knock, knock," I heard my mom say just outside my door. "Come in," I said, with a yawn. She pushed the door open, came in, and sat down on the edge of my bed, tucking the

covers up under my chin like she used to do when I was little. "You should feel great right now," she said. "I do," I answered. "Can you believe that my picture is hanging on the bulletin board in the hallway of PS 87? I never thought that would happen." "But you see, honey, it did," she said softly. "Everything you do, Hank, you do in your own way. That's your gift." "Yeah, but a lot of times, that gift gets me into trouble." "You're very special," she whispered. "Never forget that." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left the room. I heard the door click behind her and felt my eyes get heavy. I felt good all over. The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep was Hank Zipzer, someday you're going to be somebody.

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