Allison

I was still in my room when Mom called me, so I trudged downstairs to find her in the kitchen. "Mom, what are you doing now?" I asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

Mom laughed, nearly choking on her own amusement. "As you can see, I'm trying to prepare dinner for the family," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. "Mom, I can do it myself."

Mom's laughter intensified, and she couldn't stop giggling. When she finally composed herself, she looked at me with a hint of amusement. "You can cook? When did you start cooking so perfectly? I'm sure you remember you're a kitchen...