Not everyone was perfect, in the chaotic world. So the government created a national contest: The Perfect Child Tournament. Brave parents worldwide submitted their beloved children to participate in The Perfect Child Tournament. In this contest, children were tested for healthiness, happiness, and smartness.
The parent who worked the hardest was a tired guardian named Alice. Alice had a daughter named Jane, who was raised perfectly. She had the healthiest meals, perfect hydration, lots of happiness, and plenty of IQ. One day, after Jane had been sent to bed, Alice stumbled to the rocking chair and flipped the pages of a dusty newspaper. The headlines read: “PERFECT CHILD CONTEST REGISTRATION OPEN, COMPETITION RISES”. News followed: “The Government’s Perfect Child Tournament registration is open! Submit your child to the contest! Go to https:/government/registration/perfect-child-tournament.org!”
Alice had promised Jane a birthday party, afraid that Jane would shed tears. She went to the bakery and bought the healthiest cake in town. Then she bought balloons, confetti, and banners. Jane’s friends came over. One by one, they upset Jane. The first crashed the Jenga tower. The second accidentally knocked Jane’s chess piece over. The third hit Jane in a pillow fight, and the fourth accidentally flicked Jane’s finger while flipping a coin. Jane was upset. She ate too much cake and confetti poked her eye.
The next day, Jane went to the Perfect Child Tournament with Alice, who had low hopes. Hours later, the announcer announced the final results.
“In the first place … Aaron Johnson! We give our sincere congrats!!!”
Alice moaned. But then, the announcer tapped Alice’s shoulder.
The announcer whispered in a mystical voice, “Forget the perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how light gets in.”
