EMF6.3I'm special, I'm me!

Milo looked in the mirror and sighed a big sigh. “Come on, Milo, we’re going to be late!” called mum up the stairs. Milo pressed his nose right up against the cool glass. “What am I going to be today?” he whispered to himself.  At school Milo and his friends were playing a jungle game. “Please can I be the lion?” asked Milo. “No,” said Clare. “You’re not strong enough to be king of the jungle.” So Milo was a rather sad monkey.  When he got home Milo peered into the mirror. “Who can you see?” asked mum. “A monkey,” replied Milo quietly. “Lucky you,” said mum. “How fantastic to be able to swing through the trees with all your monkey friends.” “Oh yeah!” said Milo, grinning and making monkey faces at his mum.  The next day the children were playing pirates. “Please can I be the captain?” asked Milo. “No,” said Ben. “You’re too short. The captain has to be tall.” So Milo had to be a deck hand.  “What’s wrong?” asked mum that evening. “I wish I was tall, like a pirate captain,”said Milo. “I think you are just perfect,” said mum. “Just right for climbing to the top of the sails to be the look-out.” “Wow!” said Milo, smiling. “I never thought of that.”  The next day the children were playing princes and princesses. “Please can I be a prince?” asked Milo. “No,” said Jason. “The prince is handsome like me.” So Milo was an unhappy knight. Later that afternoon Milo gazed into the mirror. “Hello there, Milo,” said mum. “Who can you see looking back at you?” “I can see a knight,” said Milo. “Terrific!” said mum. “All that shining armour and you must be brave because only the bravest men are chosen to be knights, you know.” “Really?” said Milo, a little surprised. “Definitely,” said mum. “Cool!” said Milo, pretending to fight a dragon.  The next day the children were playing spacemen and aliens. “I’d like to be an astronaut,” said Milo, excited. “No!” said Eloise. “Astronauts can’t wear glasses because their helmets wouldn’t fit.” So Milo was a little green alien.  Back home Milo gazed at his reflection in the mirron. “Do I look like an alien?” he asked. “You look just like you,” said Mum. “Two eyes, a nose and a mouth, but different from everyone else and that’s what makes you special, that’s what makes you my Milo.” Mum put her arms around him. “And anyway, aliens are so lucky to be able to bounce around in space speaking a secret alien language.” “That’s true,” Milo smiled. “Bling, bling, yook, yook,” he said, bouncing around his bedroom, trying to catch his mum.  The next day the children were playing under the sea. “I’m going to be a shark,” said Alex. “I know what I’m going to be!” said Milo. “I think I’d be a good stingray, hiding in the sand and swimming out and surprising people and making them JUMP!” The children all stared at Milo. “Great idea,” said Ben. “Brilliant!” said Clare. “Can I be one too?” asked Alex. Milo smiled from ear to ear, and all the children played stingrays under the sea for the rest of the day. That was a great game, Milo,” said Ben. “Let’s play it again tomorrow.” Milo smiled the shiniest smile he had ever smiled. When he got home that day. Milo looked carefully into his mirror to see if he had changed in any way, but of course he hadn’t. “Mum was right,” he said, “I can be whatever I want to be I’m ME!” And in the mirror Milo’s reflection looked back with a huge, shiny smile!