It was a beautiful Sunday morning.
Paula, Becky, and Helen were waiting for their mother.
"Good morning, girls!" said Dad.
"Good morning, Dad!" said the girls.
Dad began to hum as he put on Mom's pink apron.
"Where's Mom?" asked Paula.
"Your mother is sick," said Dad.
"So today, I'm going to make your breakfast!"
Every Sunday, Mom made a big breakfast for the family.
Mom was a wonderful cook.
The family would talk and laugh as they ate their breakfast together.
"What would you like to have?" asked Dad.
"Can I have some pancakes?" asked Becky.
"I'd like scrambled eggs and some toast," said Helen.
"May I have some bacon and sausage?" asked Paula.
"Uh . . . okay. Sure, no problem!"
"Dad, can we help?" asked Helen.
"No, thank you."
Dad put the frying pan on the stove.
He put two pieces of bread into the toaster.
"Now for the pancakes!"
Dad looked in the drawers, in the refrigerator, and under the sink.
"Where does your mother hide the pancake mix?"
Dad scratched his head.
"Mom usually keeps it in the pantry." Becky pointed.
"Dad! The frying pan!" screamed Helen.
Dad put the bacon and sausage into the smoking pan.
Then he put some pancake mix into a bowl and cracked two eggs.
Ding! The toaster popped up two pieces of black toast.
"Dad, the toast . . . ," said Helen.
"Dad, the bacon . . . ," said Paula.
"Oh no!" shouted Dad.
The girls began to giggle.
"How does your mother do it?
I never knew cooking was so hard!
I'm sorry, girls, but I messed up our big breakfast," said Dad.
The girls ran over and hugged their dad.
"That's okay, Dad.
We can have cereal!" said the girls.
Paula got the milk.
Becky got the cereal.
Helen got the bowls and spoons.
Having a big breakfast wasn't as important as being together.