~ Mara ~
Saturday mornings in our house had developed a strange ritual.
Cole cooked.
Lily narrated.
I supervised the chaos.
It wasn’t planned.
It just… happened.
And somehow it worked.
“Those pancakes are suspiciously round,” Lily said, standing on a stool beside the stove.
Cole flipped one without looking.
“That’s called skill.”
“That’s called a pancake mould.”
“Kid, I’ve been flipping pancakes longer than you’ve been alive.”
“Which means you’ve had more time to practice.”
Cole pointed the spatula at her.
“You’re getting bold.”
“She learned from you,” I said from the coffee machine.
“I refuse responsibility.”
Lily leaned closer to the pan.
“Can I flip one?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll throw it at the ceiling.”
“That happened one time.”
“And it stuck there for thre
