Koko had never understood the meaning of responsibility so well before now.

Responsibility meant slipping out of bed every morning at 6:00 AM, preparing breakfast for multiple people, barely managing to scrape together her own breakfast, scarfing that down, making lunch for the afternoon, then sprinting out to door so as not to be late to work.

How had mom done it for so long? She didn’t have a clue. As she adjusted the stainless apron she’d been using for breakfast, she sniffed something burning. Her pink eyes widened in horror.

“Oh no! I-I knew I shouldn’t have used the toaster this morning!”