Easy to Make Enemies

"Thomas, come back here!" I shouted running after my son who took off with my office documents.

"Catch me if you can mommy," he giggled and increased momentum, running farther away from me.

I still don't understand how this boy can outrun me. I'm a good runner myself but Thomas seems to be faster and more fit than me.

"Thomas, I swear to God if you don't come back with my office documents, no Cartoons for you," I threatened and he giggled in response not stopping despite me threat.

I lost sight of him but still kept running after him in the direction he took. I am panting heavily and can hardly breathe. I suddenly reached a cross road and didn't know which way to go.

"Should I go left or right," I contemplated, eyeing the two directions.

After much thinking I decided to go left. I kept running, hoping I'm going in the right direction. I lost focus for a while and didn't know when I got to the end of the road.

Before I knew it I began to fall off.

"Thomas!"

"Help!" I screamed out alar