I. (1 fact, 3 fictitious statements)
As I look around the empty house, I think how it would be if I had children. I cringe to think of toys strewn about, stains on the carpet from spilled juice, shoes kicked off in odd places. It’s even worse to imagine the constant noise. No, I was never meant to be a mother.
II. (3 facts, 1 fictitious statement)
As I look around my messy house, I think how it would look if I’d never had children. I hardly notice the toys strewn about, the stained carpet, the shoes is odd places. I feel I’ve known them all my life; it’s hard to think that the inconvenience of being a mother would matter to me now.