My Younger Brother’s Egg Dishes
Bianca Papapietro from Atlanta, GA, U.S.
When my brother was little, he wanted to learn to cook eggs. So my mom gathered us and said, “Please eat the eggs he made no matter how bad they are.”
The first time, the eggs were undercooked slightly. When none of us could willingly eat them, he came and asked, “Do you like them?”
“Yes, they are so good,” said Mom.
After complimenting him, she gave us a look that said, “Eat them.” So we could not help but eat.
When he tried the egg dishes again, my mom kindly explained to him how to tell if they’re done. With this new information, my little brother had confidence and overcooked the eggs. He seemed to be satisfied with his cooking, and tasted them quickly, and left us at the table. We were petrified.
‘Please don’t ask us to eat these.’
We all begged Mom with pleading eyes. She said, “Eat some and quickly throw it away.” And we hid the remainders with the trash so he wouldn’t see and get discouraged.
My mom was considerate of my younger brother in many ways so that he could keep his hope of cooking and confidence in himself and his capability alive. We all followed our mother’s words and our family became super close to each other. We grew up as different people, but are connected by inseparable glue that we are here for each other as a family no matter what happens.