Little Jazzlyn woke up as the first rays of the sun peeked through her window. She giggled, excited for her favorite morning ritual.

She toddled over to her fish tank. Her fish friends were waiting for her, swimming around in anticipation of their morning feast.

Jazzlyn carefully climbed onto the chair to reach the fish food. She grasped the container with both hands, her tiny fingers trembling with excitement.

She returned to her room, the container clutched in her arms. Her fish friends swam around faster, their colors seeming to glow brighter in anticipation.

Jazzlyn carefully sprinkled the fish food into the tank, giggling as the fish swam up to eat. She watched them, her big brown eyes full of joy.

She sat there, mesmerized by the swirling colors of the fish. Their morning dance was her favorite show, a symphony of colors and movement.

Just as Jazzlyn was about to feed her fish friends another round, she heard the front door open. Her mom was home from her night shift.

Jazzlyn ran to greet her mom, the fish food container still in her hand. Her mom smiled, her tired eyes lighting up at the sight of her little girl.

Jazzlyn's mom kissed her cheek and went to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Jazzlyn returned to her room, ready to continue her fish feeding adventure.

She sprinkled more food into the tank, laughing as the fish swam up to eat. She felt proud, like a little caretaker for her fish friends.

Her mom joined her in the room, sitting down next to her. They watched the fish together, their morning ritual now complete.

Jazzlyn leaned against her mom, the fish food container empty now. As the morning sun shone brighter, both of them sat there, content and happy.