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The pile of duvet!!

 As the morning sun tiptoed through the curtains, I embarked on my usual morning routine, anticipating the warmth of breakfast and the comforting embrace of coffee. However, my journey downstairs took an unexpected detour when I stumbled upon the closed door of my daughter's room. Was surprised to see that her room's door was shut .She was at her friend's and hence I  was more perplexed.Then I thought it was probably my son's way of conserving the radiator 's heat and barged into her room , ready to conquer the chaos within.


 As I busied myself tidying her desk and inviting sunshine into the room, my eyes caught sight of the telltale mound of duvet at the foot end of her bed. Ah, the familiar sight of youngster disarray—proof that tidiness was a foreign concept to the younger generation, unless it manifested as an obsessive-compulsive disorder.


Satisfied with my efforts, I descended to the kitchen, only to be greeted by a bewildered husband, his words a jolt to my senses. Our daughter, home so early? Impossible! I assured him of her absence, having just left her room moments ago. But his insistence propelled me back upstairs, where an unexpected surprise awaited.


Beneath the pile of duvet, a stirring revealed the truth—a sleeping daughter !!!!

The absurdity of the situation struck me—a comedy of errors orchestrated by a mix of presumption and parental forgetfulness.


Laughter erupted as we embraced, our misunderstanding dissolved in a sea of chuckles. She accused me of sabotaging her lie-in with strategically opened blinds, while I bemoaned her untidy habits, albeit with a heart full of love.


In the end, blame mattered little amidst the shared joy of laughter. Our morning, though interrupted by confusion, blossomed into a stark reminder of the bond that goes beyond misunderstandings—a bond woven with threads of humour, love, and the occasional pile of duvet.!!!

24/2/24



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