The Only Reason I Make My Bed

My little sister made my bed the other day. I came in and there she was, propping up the pillows.

“Oh, wow. Thanks Sweetie,” I said. She nodded.

“Yeah, when I see your bed not made, I make it ’cause maybe a social worker will come today and I don’t want our room a mess.”

“Good point. I’ll remember to make it tomorrow…”

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