The alarm went off, as the sun rises, and the coo-coo birds chirp their happy song.
The 'onesie girls' and I, all jump up, and out of our beds, into the cold, morning breeze.
We get dressed into our winter, girls uniform, and we hear downstairs, only to find, plates of scrambled eggs awaited us.
I gobble up half, and say, 'Mmmmm, this is sooo good', and I quickly scrap the rest off the plate, and into my drooling mouth.
The other girls quickly catch up, and we all pack our lunches, and head onto the car.
What a nice moring.
breakfast in the Toral household .. that would have smelt delicious
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