It was Sunday morning, and I found myself eager to complete my chores. My stepmom, Elaine, was away at a brunch with her friends, leaving me alone in the house. It was an opportunity for me to show her just how responsible I could be.
I started off by doing the dishes, humming a tune under my breath as I scrubbed away at the plates. Then, I moved on to vacuuming the living room, taking care to avoid the antique vase that sat in the corner. As I worked, my mind wandered, fantasizing about how grateful Elaine would be when she returned to find everything spotless.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Startled, I dropped the vacuum cleaner and ran to answer it. Standing before me was a delivery man, holding a package addressed to Elaine. I signed for it, thanked him kindly, and took the package into my office with a smile on my face, eager to see what Elaine had sent me this time.
