Hello! As you all know, I love writing! I made up a cute little story that I think you will enjoy! It's called "Tabolina". Enjoy!
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Tabolina. Now you see, Tabolina was a very busy girl. Being a busy girl, Tabolina sometimes forgets things, and she doesn't handle them very well.
Sometimes Tabolina forgets to wash the dishes.
"Don't you forget again!" her mother cries, "I need that work done!"
Or sometimes Tabolina forgets that soccer practice is at 3:30, not 3:45. Plus, sometimes she shows up with the wrong equipment.
"You need to be more responsible!" her coach always said.
Tabolina always got very mad. She would scream and yell and kick and throw and big tantrum. All the yelling was driving her crazy.
So, since Tabolina is a very busy girl, she is always stuck with a bucket full of problems.
One day, Tabolina couldn't take anymore yelling about the things she was forgetting to do. So Tabolina went for a walk.
"How nice and peaceful it is out here," Tabolina thought. She passed an bakery, that used to smell of fresh baked goods. She walked next to an old hair salon, that would soon be closing. As she was about to head home, she passed by a fruit stand. The fruit stand seemed unoccupied, but as Tabolina looked closer, she saw a little old lady sweeping the outside of the stand with a small red broom.
Just as Tabolina made her way over to the fruit stand, the little old lady flipped her closed sign to "open". In seconds dozens of people crowded around the fruit stand, waving money in the air. The little old lady ran back and forth. Going to the back of the stand to grab fruit and then back to the front to place another order.
"That little old lady looks very busy just like me," whispered Tabolina. "I wonder how she deals with her bucket of problems...do people yell at her too?"
So she went to the back of the line to speak to that little old lady. Tabolina waited, and waited, and waited.
When she finally made her way up to the front of the line, the little old lady asked, "What would you like?"
"Well, I'm not here to buy fruit. You see I'm having problems because I'm-" Tabolina was interrupted by the little old lady.
"I'm sorry dear. I am very busy and there is no time to waste. Come back tomorrow at 7:30, right before I open."
So Tabolina went home. She was greeted by lots of problems.
"It's your turn to set the table," her mother warned.
"Take the dog out, Tabolina, he's been waiting all day. How could you have forgotten?" her father said. But Tabolina went straight to bed for tomorrow was the day that all her problems would be answered.
At 7:30 on the dot Tabolina was standing in front of the little old lady's fruit stand.
"Is that you from yesterday?" asked the little old lady. "What were you saying about a problem?"
"Well," began Tabolina, "I am a very busy person, just like you, and was wondering how you deal with the bucket of problems that comes with being so busy. Since you're so busy, its just so easy to forget things, and I always get yelled at. Like, just the other day I was-"
The little old lady interrupted, "Everyday before I open and after I close my little fruit stand, I sweep everywhere around it. It's as if the broom sweeps away my problems. I only remember the important things, and I never forget anything that need to be done." The little old lady closed her eyes, as if about to say something important. "Remember: get organized, remember all the important things, stay calm, and clean your mind everyday so it can start fresh again. That's all there really is to it." But Tabolina didn't hear that last part, she had already skipped back home.
Tabolina ran to the closet at under the stairs. She found little brooms and big brooms. Fat brooms and skinny brooms. And finally she found one that looked just like the one the little old lady had. It was small and red, just perfect for Tabolina.
That night, before Tabolina climbed into bed, she swept all around her room, and again in the morning. After she went downstairs for breakfast, she went upstairs to brush her teeth. She bumped into her father on the way up.
"Where is the mail?" he cried, "I thought I told you to get it right after breakfast."
After she threw on some clothes, she passed her mother with a basket full of laundry. "Why haven't you folded these yet?" she asked, "That was to be done a while ago."
What was happening? What had she done wrong? Tabolina was very confused, so she went back to the little old lady's fruit stand.
"Something is wrong," said Tabolina to the little old lady, "I swept my room before I went to bed and right when I woke up. Why did I still forget things? Why did people still yell at me?" The little old lady laughed, and even put on a sly smile.
"Remember:," she said, "get organized, remember all the important things, stay calm, and clean your mind everyday so it can start fresh again."
As the little old lady flipped the closed sign to "open", Tabolina thought about what the little old lady said. She went home to put those words into action.
She didn't forget any of her chores, or what time her practices were, or what equipment to bring. She thought about every little thing that needed to be done, and did not waste a single minute. But, just to be sure, before she went to bed that night, Tabolina swept her room one last time.
I hope you enjoyed this fun little story! I will be posting another story soon!
