One day, Rose woke up from her crystal bed. She wore her prettiest dress and high heels before running down the grand staircase into the ballroom. Her name tag indicated she was younger than her older brother.
“Come on, your grandparents are here!” someone called.
Excited, Rose ran to greet her grandparents. She performed a delightful dance, sang a few songs, and ended with a graceful bow.
They sat down for lunch at noon, enjoying chicken salad and rice. Afterward, Rose took her grandparents on a tour of the palace, showing them the elegant rooms, lush gardens, sparkling pools, and the balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean.
“Hey, everyone, let’s go to the field—it’s amazing!” Rose exclaimed.
“The sculptures there are incredible,” she added.
“That sounds lovely. Let’s go,” her grandmother said with a smile.
They strolled through the fields, talking and admiring the scenery. By the end of the tour, it was already six o’clock, and they returned to the palace. Dinner was served: a delicious garlic soup and spaghetti.
When dessert arrived, Rose turned to her grandparents. “Are you staying the night?”
“Yes, we’re staying for a whole week,” they replied warmly.
As the day wound down, Rose’s mother said, “Rose, it’s time for bed.”
Rose darted off like a tiny mouse, running from the dining room through the ballroom, up the grand staircase, and into her room. Her parents followed to kiss her goodnight, tucking her in with loving smiles.
Valerie, 7 years old