The morning began with a robust blue sky stealthily shining into the benefactor’s room, waking her from slumber, much as the moon had twice during the middle of the night. The younger children bounced around gaily, as he benefactor slowly eased into the day.
As the benefactor prepared morning tea and vittles, the children languished on the porch stoop, appearing to share secrets and conversation. On closer inspection, they were merely debating who should carry their lunch pail. They had gathered two piles of objects to carry along, and the younger male was asked to leave his virgin 734 piece set of molded bricks in the home, which he argued against vehemently, before capitulating and taking it to his room.
Again, arriving at the benefactor’s office, the children immediately spread out and took over any corner of untouched space. The younger female demanded to watch moving pictures on the portable, intelligent screen, whilst the younger male began to pull bags of bricks from his backpack, the very same set he was asked to leave behind, but stealthily hid. This temporarily irritated the benefactor, until realizing the focus and attention he was pouring into building produced both quiet and less disagreement.
Thankfully, the first half of the day flew by, and a splendid repast was provided. After, the younger male continued to construct his pirate ship, while the younger female engrossed herself in the story of a singing redhead and a bald foster parent.
All went well until reaching home, when the younger female accidentally kicked the completed project that took the younger male 5 hours to build, severing it from its base. Many, many tears of frustration were shed, as it was discovered it must be rebuilt from the beginning. The younger female felt great remorse, and apologized with a whole heart, which was eventually accepted. The younger male then asked to watch the alien doctor as a way to settle himself, and the benefactor obliged.
During preparation for slumber, the younger female asked if perhaps her life was really just a dream. “What if I am story and it ends?” she questioned. The benefactor replied, “That is why it is important to write your life to be as wonderful as you want it, and to fill it with the things you love most.”