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Sarah

To my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.

I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.

He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:

- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.

- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.

- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.

- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.

David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.

I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba