"Rise and shine, Maria!" Emily, who was 6, whispered to her stuffed unicorn. 
   "Ah-ha! Time to make Mia an extra yummy breakfast! She will need lots of energy for the super-duper important recital!" Emily exclaimed as she prepared the ingredients,  
  "Sardines, cherries, and Cool Ranch Doritos in Mia's pancake!" she sang. "Yum yum!" Emily dipped the cup in the flour bag like a soaring rocket. *POOF!* Flour exploded everywhere! She kept scooping too much flour into her mother's pan. Later, after a long period of time mixing flour for no reason, Emily decided to get the eggs. 
   "Hmm, where does mommy keep the eggs anyways? In the fridge? On top of the cabinets? In Mia's BEDROOM?! Oh, in the fridge." She said to herself. Emily grabbed a dozen eggs and popped them into the decorated pan. "Shells make a crunchy texture!" She had heard the cooking man on TV say. Probably. Oh-well! She was too happy to care at all.  
Mix-Mix-Mix! 
   "Now it's time for the smooth butter! One giant block will do it!" Emily sang as happily as a free bird. "Uh-oh, I must be quiet." Mix-Mix-Mix. 
   "Let me mold these pancakes into kitty shapes!" She said. The pancakes looked like flat shapes of blobs. 
   "Now, Miss Emily is going to flip pancakes!"  She whispered to Maria.  She heated the pan, but at that moment, Mia marched into the room to make some cereal for herself.  
   "AHH!" Mia and Emily screamed at each other. Emily's hand trembled, and the pancake plopped on the ceiling. 
   "EMILY!" Mia snarled, "Look at this mess! How will we clean up!?!" Just then, Emily noticed the big mess that she had made. 
   "But, but,..." She sobbed as she ran away to her room. *Click!* The door locked. Suddenly, Mom and Dad stomped into the kitchen, shocked. 
   "Emily did this!" Mia explained. 
   "Hmm, I think she was just trying to make you breakfast." Mom said, pointing to the disaster on the ceiling. 
   "Hey! It's almost time for the recital!" Mia made some cinnamon crunch cereal, and they quickly took off so Mia wouldn't be late. After what felt like an hour, Emily buried her face into the fluffy pillow. She was frowning, and her shoulders were drooped. Knock-Knock! Emily hesitated to unlock the still, pink door. 
   "Emily! It's me, Dad. Mia already left for the recital. Can we talk? "Sure..." Emily answered. The door slowly creaked open. "I knew you were trying to make her breakfast, " Dad assured. 
   "Let's make this right." He whispered the plan to Emily. She finally felt good. She rushed back to the messy kitchen and started cleaning it. Dad was making steak for dinner. Later that day, after Mia rushed back home, she bragged," I got 2nd place in my recital. Wow! Emily!  You did all this!?!" 
   " Yeah! Isn't it cool!?" Emily answered, then secretly winked at her father.