Go down to eat breakfast

As you made your way down the stairs, you could hear the familiar sound of sizzling bacon and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. As you walked into the kitchen, you saw my dad standing at the stove, flipping pancakes, while my mom was setting the table.

"Good morning, Max," your mom said, smiling at you as you walked in. "How did you sleep?"

"Morning, Mom. I slept well, thanks," you replied, taking a seat at the table.

As you sat down, my sisters started to trickle in. Rachel was the first to arrive, scowling as usual. Ashley came in shortly after, with her earbuds still in her ears, and Emily came in last, carrying her latest painting.

"Morning, Max," Emily said cheerfully as she sat down next to me. "How are you today?"

"I'm good, thanks," you said, returning her smile.

We all started digging into our breakfast, enjoying the delicious food my mom had prepared. The bacon was crispy, the pancakes were fluffy, and the coffee was strong and comforting.

But just as the breakfast seemed to go well you felt a buzz in your pants, it was your phone.