I woke up to the smell of pancakes, eggs, and my personal favorite:
Waffles.
I yawned as I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I crawled out of bed and was walking towards the door, when it swung open on its squeaky hinges to reveal my adoptive mother, in her Too Sweet Bakery uniform.
"Morning kiddo." She said, smiling.
"Morning." I yawned again.

She smiled, and moved around me to make up my bed. A little background, if you will. My 'mom' adopted me and thirteen-year-old sister, Willow, two months ago. My adopted Mom, Lilly Rivers, is 26 years old. We live in an apartment above the bakery she works at. We live with my Mom's school friends, Siobahn and Liam Harkness. They're kind of my Aunt and Uncle now. They have twin boys named Keith and Lance, and we have a dog named Death Star and a cat named Tarot.
Before she could make it to my bed, I jumped forward to help make it up. She just shook her head, laughing.
"How am I supposed to be your mom if you won't let me be one?" she asked.
I shrugged. Honestly, I just wanted the best for my little sister. The less she had to do, the less chances she would have at trying to give us back to The Home.
She smiled.

"I'll be in the kitchen, go ahead and get ready." She said.
I nodded. After she left, I pulled on my favorite gray t-shirt, basketball shorts, and my favorite black Owl City jacket. As I walked out, Willow came out of her room yawning, still in her pajamas.
"Hey, Connor, what's for breakfast?" she asked sleepily.

"Waffles."
"Again?"
"I guess."
"Ugh." Willow yawned again.

I rolled my eyes. Honestly, Willow is annoying. I sat down on the barstool and set my head down on the table. I was not feeling up to working at the Too Sweet Bakery again today. Yesterday, I had accidentally ruined a cake by confusing salt with sugar. Needless to say, it was a very salty cake to match the very salty customer.

"Connor!" my sister snapped.

My head snapped up. "Yeah?"

"Mom asked how many waffles you want." She rolled her eyes.

I set my head back on the table. "Three."

Just then, my Uncle Liam came from his bedroom and stretched.
"Morning everyone!" he said yawning.
Uncle Liam is Scottish, so he is pretty hard to understand some of the time.
My Mom rolled her eyes. "Good Morning, you hibernating bear."

"What bear?"
"You. I just called you a hibernating bear. Do you know why or do I have to spell it out for you?" my Mom snapped. She was like this all the time around Uncle Liam.
Just then, my plate of buttermilk waffles with homemade whipped cream and homemade strawberry syrup was put in front of me. I wolfed it down so fast, you might've thought they had been starving me. My sister had just done the same thing to her pancakes.

"You kids ready to go?" My mom asked. She was already by the door.

I swallowed the last of the fluffy waffles. "Yeah, I'm coming."

Willow took a gulp of chocolate milk. "Same."

My Mom smiled and opened the door. "I'll be in the bakery setting up if anyone needs me."

She descended the steps to the Bakery below.