The alarm buzzed faintly, and Daisy Collins stirred under the blanket. She blinked at the morning light peeking through the curtains, her fair skin glowing softly in the golden rays. Pushing the blanket aside, she stretched, already knowing what she would wear—a neat white shirt, a beige jacket, and simple black jeans. She carefully laid them out on the chair before heading to the bathroom. After bathing, Daisy tied her long hair into a tidy ponytail and slipped on her glasses. They framed her bright eyes perfectly, giving her a fresh, determined look. Cute yet composed, she glanced once in the mirror and whispered, Today will be better. Yesterday I failed, but today I'll get the job.
With a deep breath, Daisy stepped out of her room and pulled the door open. The warm, homely aroma of stuffed parathas floated through the hallway, wrapping around her like comfort. The smell carried memories of family breakfasts, laughter, and the steady rhythm of her small-town life—a reminder of what she was fighting for. A smile touched her lips as she followed the scent toward the living room.
"Good morning, Mom! Morning, Dad!" she called cheerfully as she stepped into the living room.
Her mother, Nancy Collins, was already busy at the stove, flipping parathas with practiced ease. Her father sat at the table, reading the newspaper, his glasses sliding down his nose. Both looked up with smiles at their daughter.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Nancy said warmly. "Big day today, hmm?"
Daisy nodded, her eyes shining. "Yes. I have to find a job."
Before her parents could reply, Daisy walked over to the small corner where her grandmother sat with her morning cup of tea. The elderly woman's shawl was draped carefully around her shoulders, her silver hair tied into a neat bun.
"Good morning, Grandma," Daisy said, bending to touch her feet.
Her grandmother blessed her softly, pressing a hand to her head. "May this day open doors for you, child."
The blessing filled Daisy's heart with calmness.
But peace was short-lived. Daisy marched to her younger brother's room and knocked sharply on the door. "David! Wake up! You'll be late for college again."
A groggy voice groaned from inside. "Five more minutes!"
"No five minutes!" Daisy called back, pushing open the door. She found him buried under his blanket, hair sticking out like a messy bird's nest. "You'll miss your bus, and don't expect me to explain it to Mom again!"
David peeked out, squinting at her. "Why do you always act like my second mom?"
"Because the first one clearly failed to teach you punctuality," Daisy shot back with mock seriousness.
David sat up, glaring playfully. "You just love bossing me around, admit it."
She folded her arms, smirking. "Maybe. Now hurry up."
He muttered under his breath as he stumbled toward the bathroom, and Daisy laughed, shaking her head. Their silly arguments were part of her mornings, and though they drove her crazy, she wouldn't trade them for anything.
"Breakfast is ready!" Nancy's voice rang through the house.
One by one, they gathered at the table—the Collins family together. Plates of hot parathas, chutney, and steaming cups of tea filled the air with comforting aromas. Daisy sat beside her grandmother while David still wrestled with his hair, earning another round of teasing.
Nancy watched them with fondness. "Daisy, eat well before you go. Job hunting is tiring, and you'll need your strength."
Daisy smiled, tearing off a piece of paratha. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine."
Her father looked at her seriously while eating. "Remember, confidence matters more than anything. Just speak from your heart."
"I will, Dad," Daisy said.
When breakfast ended, Daisy stood and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. She hugged her grandmother, then hugged her mother and father. David gave her a quick high-five before muttering, "Good luck, bossy sister. Go show them you're amazing."
Daisy laughed, ruffling his hair. "Thanks, lazy boy."
Her grandmother pressed her hand once more. "Go with hope, my child. May destiny guide you today."
With a final wave, Daisy stepped out into the sunlight. Her heart thumped with nerves, but also with determination. Today could be the start of everything she had dreamed of.
As she walked down the lane toward the bus stop, Daisy whispered to herself, "I hope today's the day… I'll get the job."
The city bustled awake around her, full of chaos and noise, but Daisy's heart carried a quiet flame of hope.
And somewhere across town, a rockstar nursed his own silent battles, unaware that destiny was already weaving their paths together.