On Monday, I sat outside to eat a peach. The weather was nice with a light breeze. I felt happy and grateful to be alive. Everything was perfect and then a mosquito bit me. With that little bite, I remembered everything that was not okay in my life. That bug ruined my perfect moment. I grabbed the little pest and sent it to mosquito heaven. I celebrated by finishing my perfect peach.
“Life consists in what a man is thinking of every day”. –Ralf Waldo Emerson
