Chapter 13

I wake up to the smell of bacon cooking. When I make my way into the kitchen, my mom is stirring pancake batter with a very old whisk. It scrapes against the bottom of the bowl in a familiar pattern.

“Good Morning, sleepyhead!” my mom greets me happily, but with a pointed look at the clock, it’s 11:00. “Did you get some good sleep in your old bed?” I nod and grab a mug from the cabinet. I pour myself a large cup of hot coffee and ask “Do you need my help with anything this morning?” I offer her the milk as I add it to my cup, she's already mixed all the milk she needs into her batter.

“I’m good on both, you just sit at the bar and look pretty.” I sit down and start fluttering my eyelashes at her. “Pretty enough?” I ask, flipping invisible hair over my shoulder. “Always!” She says without turning around.Before I finish my coffee, she’s finished the food.

Everything she made was wonderful, and Bailey got a few pieces of my mom's bacon for ‘helping her out’. I stirred the syrup around