Demand your breakfast!

"What's for breakfast?" I grumbled as I dragged myself out of bed, blind as a newborn pup, all my energy still curled up under my covers. Mom flipped the light switch, flooding my room with bright light.

"Food, food, food! Typical teenager!" I hissed melodramatically, shuffling after her into the kitchen, slouching and blinking in the light. She placed a plate of fried eggs on the rough wooden table and slung my favorite bag up next to it. After I regained a bit of my awareness from the eggs, I looked up and noticed there were tears in her eyes. Do you...

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