Golda and the Splashy Day

Golda woke up on a chilly morning. She stood on one foot and walked to the heater. The radiator was warm, and it felt cozy. In the kitchen, the faucet went drip, drip. Golda filled a spray bottle with water and gave the sink a gentle spritz. “All clean!” she said. She ate a soft bread roll and smelled Dad’s coffee. “Just a tiny pinch of salt,” Dad said, and they both laughed. Later, at the beach, Golda saw a seal resting on a rock. “Want a race?” she asked. They raced to some shiny shells and back. The seal clapped its flippers, and Golda clapped too. Then they waved goodbye.