As I heard the attic door creaked, smell of cup of freshly made tea spread throughout the attic. I sniffed and tried to guess what would the day start with; jasmine? Or chrysanthemum? Then I realized, that I could never guess what it would be. Just like how every single day in our life comes—so unexpected. We could only hope. I would just breathe instead.
“Here comes the new day, sunshine”, she said as the sun shone right through the circular window.
I arose from my sofa bed and stretched a little, whilst looking out through the window. Before I thanked her for the treat, she marched downstairs to see the newspaper boy. It was almost the end of September, so we had to pay him. From the window, I could see both of them smiling after he handed an envelope. For one time only, I knew what was about to happen.
She banged the front door, and I sipped my tea right away because I was stunned, not knowing how it could burn my tongue in a second. Just a few