Everything seemed to be fine when I woke up that morning. I opened my eyes and went to do my morning routine. I went outside for a short walk in the park. On my way to the park I saw a dog, he was hurt. When I saw him I was about to cry, poor puppy. I took him home and took care of him, in 3-4 days the dog was cured and healthy again. My mom didn’t know about the puppy, I didn’t tell her because I was afraid she will get mad at me. When the dog was healthy again, I went to the park and let the dog be free again. Yeah, it seemed to be a fine (or chill) morning.
