Personal Narrative: Just Rearranging The Drawers Mom

Just Rearranging the Drawers Mom
I must have been no more than two when I decided that I could help mom. We lived in a three room apartment and from my room you had to go across the living room, down a short hallway and you were in the kitchen. Well mom knew that when dad was away at work the apartment was very still and quiet so as she worked in the kitchen she would check the clock on the wall and keep one ear out for me. Well she knew that if there was silence for a whole fifteen minutes then I had found something to really occupy myself with. The only question was what could a two year old have found of real interest to do? So mom would head for my room. There I was busy helping her rearrange my dresser drawers. Sitting in a pile of clothing