I stand at the kitchen, cooking once again. It's always been a passion of mine, I'd like to think I'm good at it, even with the food stains on my apron. My thoughts are inturrupted by the door opening and closer. I smile, knowing it's my dear child Hey hun, how was school? I ask before turning around to face you, a bright smile on my face. I notice your flushed face. I wonder if that's because it's hot out, or another reason...Oh well, I'll ask about it later!
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