I hated the way my room looked. The bed was the worst part of it all. I had this blanket case that was made from two old bed covers when I was little. Using that blanket case, I could either have fun baking with Strawberry Shortcake, or flip it over to a place where it’s always better, with the Little Mermaid, under the sea. Now, though, I was so sick of how my bed looked and begged my mom to get me new bed sets. I did not expect that to be the starting point of a tough decision.
My mom took me to Ikea because she was finally annoyed by my nagging. On the way there, I was so excited. I was like a little child going to Disneyland. In a way, Ikea is kind of like my happy place since I dream to become a interior designer one day. I would always go inside of the house displays to mess around with the cool modern furnitures, just like how a toddler would want to go inside of Aurora's castle to read about her story. However, I did not do that this time because I was on a mission: to find the perfect bedding set. We walked around for half an hour before reaching the mattresses section. Once we got there, I knew the covers couldn’t be far. I was right. They was right next to the mattresses, all lined up perfectly, waiting for me to choose one bring home.
I was only fifteen minutes into looking for my perfect bedding set when my mom told me that we had to go. I was not happy, I was not happy at all. How could she do that to me? My anger started to rage and I knew she could tell. With a little guilt, my mother gave me another fifteen minutes to search for the perfect bed set. With that time, I tried to hurry through the collection without missing a look at each one. Then, I came across two bed sets that I just could not let go of. One of the bed sets had white spots with red in the background--similar to Minnie Mouse’s dress. The other had a pink and white plaid pattern that I really liked because my pajamas were the exact same pattern. I liked them both so much that I could not choose one, so I brought it to my mom and asked if she would get me both. Knowing my mother, I knew she wouldn’t buy me both of the bed sets.However, I thought I could work my way through if I just added in some of my sweet talk. Once I ran to her and held up the two bed sets, she said the worst thing that any mother could say to to her own child at a store, with each hand holding something that the child desires. She said, “You can only pick… ONE.” I cowered as I looked at each of the bed sets. “How can I only pick one?” I thought to myself.
“I love this polka dotted pattern, it’s so pretty. But this one, I would be able to blend into my bed and hibernate! Mom, please may I have both?” I asked my mom. However she stuck to her answer like glue. In hesitation, I quickly took my phone out of my backpack and texted my best friend for help. That is when I learned that Ikea does not have service because the whole building is made out of iron. I tried over and over to send out that text message, but it did not work. I had to make the final decision on my own.
I couldn’t let go of the bed sets so I held both in my arms and thought really thoroughly as we walked to the checkout line. Each step I took, I worried about how little time I had to make up my mind. I kept trying to beg my mother for a little sympathy, but it was no help. We were getting closer and closer, causing me to naturally walk slower and slower till we were finally at the end where I must make up my mind. The white polka-dotted one with a red background, or the pink and white plaid pattern? I couldn’t decide, I just couldn’t. So I closed my eyes and had my mom make the final decision. When I opened my eyes, I saw the pink and white plaid patterned bed sats in my mom’s hand, ready to put it on the checkout table. That is when I knew, the one with the white dots and red background was the one I truly wanted. I took the pink and white plaid patterned bed set out of her hand and placed my perfect bed set onto the table. I had a feeling that I would never forget. It was a feeling of 30 pounds off my back. I felt satisfied and no longer stressed out. So I put the mistaken bed set on a nearby shelf and walked out through the checkout line like a boss.
From this event, I learned that sometimes you may not know what you truly want until the very end and that is okay. However, I could have solved the problem in other ways such as buying both, or being given more time to choose. However, I’ve also learned that, if you are shopping with a mother, you will never be able to buy more than two things or have time to look at the things you want to look at.
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