Grandma’s Forgetful Morning
Margaret sat in her cozy living room, her hand pressed to her forehead, trying to remember where she had put her reading glasses. She was sure she had them when she went to check the mail… or was it when she fed the dog?
Her loyal companion, Max, sat nearby with his big, curious eyes and wagging tail. He tilted his head as if he knew exactly where the glasses were—but was keeping it a secret for his own amusement.
Margaret sighed, a mixture of frustration and amusement washing over her. “Max, I think I’m losing my mind,” she chuckled. The dog’s tail wagged faster, as if he was enjoying the little mystery.
Just then, a glint of light caught her eye. There, perched on top of her head, sat her missing glasses. She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Found them, Max… and you didn’t even help!”
Max barked happily, perhaps knowing that even on forgetful mornings, life was better with a little humor and a faithful friend by your side.
