The frightening day my mum shrunk to just 20 cm

Last Sunday, I was woken up by the telephone. No sooner had I picked up the receiver that I heard my dad's voice.

I was startled as dad sounded anxious.

I said, 'Yes dad . . .' 'Where's mum?' he asked. 'I haven't seen mum . . .' 'Go and find her. Quick! Go!' I dropped the receiver and ran to the kitchen, the bathroom, mum's bedroom and dad's laboratory, but I could not find mum.

At last I found mum. She was on her bed and could not get down because she was only 20 cm tall. I was both glad and sad. Thank God! Mum was still alive.

Mum was very pale. She smiled weakly and tried to talk to me. Her voice was too weak for me to hear, but I knew what she was trying to tell me. She suppressed her tears and tried to comfort me.

I could not help crying and mum cried in my hands.

I held mum in my palm and went to see dad.