Just because I am a girl, that does not mean I know how to cook," I told my little brother as I slowly walked into the kitchen. 2 "But Joani, I have seen you cook lots of times. And Dad said you had to, or I will not get to eat breakfast," my six-year-old brother Fred said as he pulled himself up on a nearby stool. I did not understand how he could always be so cheerful so early in the morning. When he smiled, Fred's missing teeth were like an open garage door in his mouth. 3 I sighed and studied the pictures on the stove. Now, which knob is for the front burner? I thought. "I have done this a couple of times with Mom watching me, but now, she is out of town," I explained. "I hope I remember what to do." I turned the bottom-right knob clockwise and hoped that the stove would not explode. 4 "You will remember," Fred declared with confidence. "My breakfast is your emergency," he added with a giggle. "You are the one who ate the last bowl of cereal." 5 I sighed and wished that Dad were no

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