Pree
As I walk into the kitchen while rubbing my eyes to wash away the sleepiness, my mom exclaims in shock. "Hold on. Is the sun rising from the west this morning?" she says, dropping the stainless steel egg whisk and running toward the glass window on the right-hand side of the kitchen. She pulls open the blinds to reveal a ray of sunlight before putting her hand to shield the light and looking out.
"Please, mom. No matter how much you look. I am sure it is rising from the east, as usual. So can you please close that thing before we both go blind?"
I've never been a morning person, for I am known as the late-night owl. It is understandable that my mom looks surprised seeing me up and about at six in the morning.
"My daughter is awake before breakfast is ready. This is a miracle," she
