The next morning Zoe got up early and made breakfast for the family just as she had every morning for the last sixteen years. It never occurred to her that she was only sixteen years old. Her memories told her that she had done it, and so she had done it. That particular morning she was enjoying the alone time, as soon she'd be at school with all those fucking sheep she was that people considered her peers.
The sound of the whisk scrambling the eggs with some cheese and milk let her mind wander. She always enjoyed making food for the kids and Roger. Funny, she only seemed to think of her dad as Roger when she was cooking, but he had never complained before. Sometimes she recalled that he'd even be quite affectionate; grabbing her from behind, kissing her neck. She smiled at the memories.
She fixed her mind on the task at hand. This family wouldn't feed itself. She still had lunches to make and then had to run off and get ready for the day. She wasn't able to stay home like her mom and just relax all day. Some people had all the luck.
