*Morgan*
“Ugh,” I groan, putting my head in my hands.
I’m having a day. It’s one of those brewing days where nothing is going right. I can’t even get the simplest of potions to work. I’ve had these days before, and I know that I should just give up, but I’m stubborn.
When this happened to my mother, she would take the rest of the day off and spend it with me at the lake. We didn’t even collect any lemon balm herbs that usually grow by the water. My mom and I would bring a blanket, and we would soak up the sun. When Lorenzo told me about how his father would take him fishing sometimes, it reminded me of my special days by the lake with my mom.
Maybe I should take a page out of my mother’s book and just take the rest of the day off. I’m ahead on potions anyway. We are all stocked up on healing mixtures and ointments. Finally, I admit defeat and clear up my supplies. When I shut my potion shed door, the afternoon sun blinds me for a moment.