It is a pleasant day, and as I wake up I smell the welcoming scent of hot chocolate and homemade pancakes. Life seems perfect. I hurriedly brush my teeth and get dressed, eagerly anticipating that warm feeling I get in my stomach every time I take a bite of my pancake and the delicious chocolate chips melting in my mouth. As I walk downstairs my mother calls out, “Andrea, honey, I hope you are ready for your first day of work!” Uh-oh, I completely forgot! Today is my fist time as a golf trainer and I am going to be late! Decisions are weighing out in my head: do I eat my amazing breakfast or do I run to work? Common sense got the better of me and before I knew it I arrived at work. I was in disarray but at least I made it there. The only thing I regretted was not grabbing only one pancake, or maybe even two. I could’ve even snatched a mug of hot chocolate. Well there’s no use in brooding about it now, the damage is done. Work went okay and before I knew it the day was over. As I got home I had a surprise waiting for me in the kitchen. Breakfast was left for me! And what’s even better, there was a cake in there and the second I took it out my family all startled me by coming out from their hiding places and singing happy-birthday. Did I forget about that too?