Yulia Braverman

Sunny at the End of the Tunnel

It was a bleak and quiet morning, and I had just woken up from a deep sleep, half-conscious and just barely able to open my eyes. My daily routine consisted of; waking up, brushing my teeth, finishing schoolwork, and taking a few bites of food in between. However, today seemed peculiar, as if some colossal event had occurred. I was unable to distinguish what was causing me to feel this way, but I went on with my morning like any other. As I was walking down the stairs, I could hear my puppy, Sunny, barking in the distance. A week prior, my family met a breeder out of town, who ultimately granted us the opportunity of being Sunny's new family.