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As I awoke that morning, thirty-five years ago, the anticipation was overwhelming. This was THE day. The day I would get to cook a whole meal by myself. I woke my parents and told them to stay in bed because I was making them breakfast in bed.I think my Mom was a bit apprehensive, but she said ok. In the back of my mind I thought she would change her mind. She didn't. I proceeded to the kitchen and got all the pans and items that I needed for breakfast. Of course I didn't really know what I was doing but I was determined to do it anyway.I started by putting the bread in the toaster and then I put the bacon in a pan and turned the burner on. ( A bit too high)Then I poured the juice in the glasses. When the bacon started to sizzle I popped the toast down to cook. Back then I thought it took a long time for toast to cook. While the bacon spit grease all over the stove I grabbed the pan for the eggs. I took a spoon and dipped it into the bacon grease to put some into the egg pan. I then cracked four eggs into the pan. Although I tried to be careful, I wasn't careful enough. All the egg yolks broke. And like the bacon, I turned the heat on the eggs too high as well. When the toast popped up, my Mom called form the bedroom and asked if I needed any help. Of course I said no. I wanted to do it all by myself. By this time the bacon was done so I took it out of the pan and onto a bed of papertowels. To drain the grease off. I then scooped the eggs out of the pan and arranged them on the plate so they looked like eyes. The bacon was next....as the mouth. I then buttered the toast and added that to the plates. When I felt that everything was just right I carried the plates to my parents room and gave one to my Mom first and then my Dad. They told me how good everything looked. They each took a bite and told me how good it was. To my surprise they ate the whole plate full of food. I was so proud of myself. It was years later that I found out just what kind of breakfast I had made. My Mom was so proud of me at the time, she didn't want to burst my bubble. The breakfast was less than yummy. The toast was burnt and cold, the eggs were hard and also cold, the bacon was very crisp,and also cold,and the juice was warm. My parents ate it all out of love for me and not once complained. I got alot of ribbing about that first meal but I have since become an excellent cook! This will always hold a special place in my heart.

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