Dad's Breakfast on Weekends

Every weekend dad drives from Mahalapye where he works, about 245km  from my home town Francistown, or Ghetto as we call it. The only thing that makes him drive all that way is to come and have a good home cooked meal and because he misses us, and we miss him as well. On a Saturday morning when he wakes up he start by asking one of us to make breakfast and this time it was my turn, usually Bettina, Mom, and Neo makes it . At first i didnt want to because i had been i a grumpy mood since  mom refused to let me go for a volleyball practice on the afternoon because it was about to start raining and my friend came to pick me up and she just told them and not going anywhere she says. I was mad at her the whole night even when i wake up the next day. I cooked breakfast for the whole family, in my bad old mood without even asking for help from anyone. After few minutes (about 15 minute), i was done and dad i was so impressed that i cooked so fast and he didn't expect me to.

Pretty's potatoe wages,boiled eggs + coffee
He goes "wow, there goes my little girl, she is the chef master of this house, usually your mom takes 1hr , Bettina takes a month, Neo takes the whole year and Patricia takes  forever just to make breakfast and you just took few minutes".Knowing my sisters i bet they were jealous when they heard that because we are very  competitive, especially Neo who always wants to be on top all the time. Sorry, Neo this time you lose and now everyone who makes breakfast has to beat my time. I went from being a bad mood to a great mood with a smile and a winner for that day.