Sweeping Paths of Wisdom and Happiness

Here is Mr. Broom. I used to reside in the dirty corners of the streets in a quiet town. In this country of bristles and handles, your humble storyteller will tell you different chapters of adventure, humor, and wisdom. <img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*1oA2LTeIjXtt209778ZSCg.jpeg" style="height:467px; width:700px" /> Mr. Broom (Image created through @Leonardo AI) Chapter 1: My Humble Beginnings I came into the world as a bundle of bristles wrapped in wood, like a fighter getting ready for battle. I was constructed. It was my job to turn muddy conflicts into shining nations, which I did by leading a series of massive attacks. Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home I started by helping people in Tidy-Ville. I moved quickly and elegantly through the rooms, wiping away crumbs and dust with my hand as if I were an artist fixing a mistake. I swept, but I had my way and my bristles were very sharp. I sometimes told people interesting things I had learned by eavesdropping on people as I went about my daily life. A clean home brings peace, like when a poet looks at a beautiful scene. As they studied and giggled, the kids listened with surprise and focus. <a href="https://medium.com/@ameerbibi/sweeping-paths-of-wisdom-and-happiness-b5b1bc62ec2b">Read More</a>