Hannah
The next morning, I woke up early to help Mom cook breakfast. I saw that Chris’s bedroom was still closed and heard loud snoring coming from inside their room.
“Is Chloe still asleep?” Mom asked as she put the sausages in the frying pan.
“Yes. We talked a lot last night.”
“Invite her over more often to hang out on weekends or have dinner together,” Mom suggested.
“Okay. Thank you for everything.”
“I am happy to see you guys happy. The sausages are done, so now make the eggs and put them on each plate. The bread is already on the dining table. Do you think they like milk or orange juice?” Mom’s eyebrows rose, a sign that she was thinking hard.
“Milk.”
“Okay. Do you want to bring sandwiches, chips, and orange juice for lunch, or macaroni soup? I’m making macaroni soup,” Mom sa
