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 terrorizer, right?"
I rolled my eyes, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Mom, please."
She chuckled and handed me a task. "Just help me pass those things from the table so I can start getting r
