[ WP ] An exploration of the butterfly effect : write a dramatic scene . Then , choose one tiny detail to change in the initial set-up , and play the scene out again . How drastically have things changed ?

Click.The Kettle begins to boil and I'm looking into the cupboard.The cupboard that I used to struggle to reach but now its as if I have to crouch to get a clear view. She always said I grew up too quickly. A striking ray of golden sun is hitting my face, its making my options blurry, so I go with what everyone likes. Yorkshire Tea. For once I'm the first one up. Most school days I will wake up because of loud screaming and heavy footsteps along the corridor as my younger siblings, Tom and Lucy, playfully refuse to get ready for Primary School. The usual counting to three begins as empty threats echo along the walls. She had learnt her skills well, after all, she had to deal with me when I was there age. Like most days my Yorkshire Tea with a splash of milk and 2 sugars would waiting on my bedside table.Click.Today, my mum will get the same order. 
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 Click.The kettle boils. Looking into the cupboard makes the struggle almost feel more real today. As I've learnt to do, I am the first one up. The golden sun is annoying, its flooding the kitchen with warm light and making it feel even smaller. This whole house feels smaller since she passed. Its 6am so I best begin to wake Tom and Lucy. It slowly walk to their room and gently wake them and so begins the endless screaming. The `` I-don't-won't-to's'', `` Its-to-early's'', I do n't know how she did it for so long. In trying to control the noise I've already forgotten about the morning brew, the endless counting to three has n't done a thing and I hear the whispers of slow, scraping footsteps sliding along the Corridor. I can feel how much they struggle to reach the kitchen. I've had enough so I leave start making the packed lunches and he's there. He's sitting down, head lower than an anchor. Two mugs. Two Yorkshire Tea with a splash of milk and two sugars are on the Kitchen table. We exchange sharp smiles are he goes down the corridor to begin round two. The same footsteps slowly fade away as the sun mellows with them. As I slice the Tiger Loaf I ca n't help but wonder how she managed to do all of this on her own. 
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 *This is my first post and I hope it has n't been too much of a sad one. Since last September I have been at University and adjusting to living on my own has become a new normal. When I began to write, for some reason I was hit by how my mum used to do so much for me and my brother and how without her I would n't have been able to adjust so well. So this one is for her. Thank you mum and Thank you for reading: ) ( If you did: P ) 

