The Messy Morning One morning, the sky was pink and orange like melted candy. I thought it was going to be a perfect day. But then my brother spilled cereal all over the floor, and the cat ran through it, leaving tiny paw prints everywhere. Mom screamed at me, and my toast burned. It was chaos. But then, as I helped clean up, my brother laughed so hard he got hiccups, and the cat chased a rolling cereal loop across the floor. Even Mom started laughing. The kitchen was a mess, but it was the kind of mess that made everyone happy. I realised that sometimes beautiful things don’t have to be perfect. They can be beautifully chaotic. Eshal Sabin 6D
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