Called it the flower way. Well, it is my dad’s invention of how to wake all of us(6 sibilings) without having any drama or I would say the least drama as possible. You should meet my sister, you would understand.

At 6am, he used to come with a flower and try to wake me up. Sitting near of me, leaning it to me to sniff it. Annoying at first, then before I used to start whining a little bit and demanding to let me sleep more, he started the story how he picked the flower from the garden and how he had all the trouble. He used to let me get disconnected form sleep.

He keeps my sister the last. You would be surprised but his method worked a lot. Every one of my sisters thought it it washer flower. The funny thing, at the end and when everyone was awake. We just saw one flower on the table and all laughed.