It’s 5 a.m. and I wake my daughter so she can have enough time for breakfast and to get herself ready before the shuttle service arrives to take her to school.
She groans and snuggles deeper into the covers. I tug at the blanket. “C’mon darling. Time to get up.”
It’s getting harder and harder to rouse my daughter these days. She is now at the stage where she wishes she didn’t have to go to school.