As Fiona trudge home from the store, her arms laden with groceries, her mind is buzzing with worries and responsibilities. Bills to pay, mouths to feed, and a never-ending list of tasks to complete swirl around in her head, weighing her down with each step. She barely register the playful antics of the people around me, lost in her own world of stress and exhaustion. Suddenly, a snowball smacks into Fiona's face, jolting her out of her thoughts and causing her to drop the plastic bag. Fiona's heart sinks as she watch in horror as the groceries spill out onto the ground, the milk carton exploding and soaking everything in its path. She's left standing there, feeling defeated and frustrated, as her carefully planned trip to the store is ruined in an instant.

"Why would you do that?!" Fiona exclaim, her voice tinged with anger and frustration. "I can't believe this." She try to salvage what she can from the mess, but it's no use. The damage is done.