Heading into the kitchen, I pull out some potatoes to peel and shred in order to cook up some hash browns. I also plan on making some scrambled eggs, toast and pancakes with all the fixings. I quickly get to work so that when the girls get up it will be ready. Just as I am plating all of the food to put on the dining room table, the girls slowly come in. “Hey, Kenna! Everything smells delicious, thank you for cooking,” Solana says, letting me know that she appreciates my efforts.
“Don’t think I am not grateful for all the delicious food, but I know you, Kenna. Why did you choose to cook all of this? Normally when you do this, it’s because you have bad news and are trying to soften us up,” Brooke informs me while giving me a skeptical look.
“I hate that you know me so well, Brook. You a
