Going to the office, she complained about her small apartment and her worn-out furniture. She would have been very grateful to be allowed to sleep in the tree house when she was six. The office was hell and she needed to stay in front of the computer all day. She would have given up all her toys for a glimpse of daddy’s office and a go on a computer. 

Back in the little apartment, the lady was busy making her dinner. She continually mumbles to herself how hard it was to make soup and how messy the kitchen was. Her six year old self would have loved to stay in that little kitchen for hours making the biggest mess she could muster. The dinner was not that good and there were piles of dishes in the sink. 

She cried that night, thinking how bad her life was. She didn’t know that she got everything she ever wished for as a kid. 

NB. I wrote this thinking how we often fail to be grateful of the little pleasures life gives us everyday. Kids are really the best teachers of happiness and contentment. They have all the enthusiasm and creativity we often lose as we grow up.