It was a crisp, sunny day in April. The birds sang and the squirrels played as if they were grateful for another day of life. The smell of bacon and eggs resonated throughout the house and swiftly reached my room. As my eyes slowly opened my foster mother, Pam, called to me, “Brandon! Time for breakfast!” I grunted, for I am not a morning person, and slowly rolled out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror as if I were a thirty-year-old man dreading another day at work. I scratched my imaginary five o’clock shadow and headed to the kitchen with an eager stomach. As I sat at the large, well-crafted …show more content…
The facial expressions on Pam’s face resembled those of an audience at a magic show, simply awed. I chugged my orange juice, choked a little, and raced back to my room. Jumping on the bed was forbidden, but I could not help myself with the immense joy streaming through my bones. Today was gearing up to become the best day of my five-year-old life. I began rummaging in my drawers to pick out the best outfit I could piece together. “Red shirt, blue jeans? No too boring.”, is what I said to myself trying to solve the most difficult situation in my life thus far. I felt like I was the President of the United States making important adult decisions. Finally, I found the perfect outfit and was thrilled beyond belief. I quickly showered and went through my usual morning process paying close attention to the minute details. Today was going to be a great