Morning Pancakes

I wake up to the smell of baking batter in the air. I push the blankets off my body and walk into my closet to find something quick to wear. I end up putting on a black tank top and some grey sweats on and walk out to the kitchen. As I'm walking into the kitchen I see my dad sitting at the table drinking coffee and texting someone on the phone. I ignore him and see my mom at the stove pouring pancake batter onto the pan. I walk up beside her to see what she is doing.

"You know you're a great cook but you make a huge mess in the process," I say while looking at the scattered pots and pans on the countertop and the mountain of dishes in the sink.

"Well guess whos ganna clean it all?" she said with an evil smile.

"Of course I have to do it, and if I don't do it then no one will," I said with sighing.

"Hey, I never thought you would have remembered that song. I thought you have forgotten it a long time ago."

"Why would I forget my mom's favorite song?"

She chuckled under her breath, "I'm happy you inherited my singing voice, maybe next time you can sing me to sleep." she looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back at her and kissed her on the cheek. I walked to the sink to get started on the mountain of dishes. I rolled up my sleeves and prepared myself for the horrors of mystery pieces of food and unbearable smells that are unknown to man.

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Half an hour later I was finally done tackling the dishes, and it was finally time to eat. My mom served me and the pancakes were cooked perfectly and were still fluffy. I could feel my tail wagging at this point. I took a bite and it was like eating a soft fluffy cloud. I was de-lic-ious~ I finished my food and I look up to see my parents looking at me. Their look made the air in the room heavy.

"Shit, why are you looking at me like that?"