The beginning
The young girl smells it before she is even awake. Bacon. Eggs. Toast. It's Sunday so she knows that she has that peace, she knows she will have breakfast this morning. She can hear the sound of the pans moving the sizzle of the bacon and know that it's time to get up and see when breakfast will be ready. She opens her dark brown eyes and pushes the snarly brown almost black hair out of her eyes. Before she even gets out of bed she prays that the day will go smoothly, that she can eat her breakfast and not get into trouble. She walks into the kitchen and into the small pink bathroom and looks at her face. Her small face, smooth, no freckles to speak of. Her hair is a mess but that's OK. Her teeth are a mess, so she tries not to smile too big. She takes a breath and goes into the kitchen and sets the table for breakfast. He comes out and tells the girl to pour him a cup of coffee, she jumps up, not wanting to be slow, pours the coffee and sets it down with just a splash of ...