It was early morning, just past 9:00. You were still asleep in bed as you tried to get some rest. At least that was until you caught a whiff of something, the smell of burnt food. You immediately sat up in bed but before you could get up out of bed, the bedroom door opened, and in walked your husband, Alejandro, your 2 1/2-year-old son, and in Alejandro’s arms was your 4-month-old daughter. Your son was the one carrying a small tray of what appeared to be your breakfast, there was a small assortment of food on your plate. The pancakes looked extremely good with a small slice of butter and maple syrup on top, the bacon was completely burnt with one of the pieces being complete charcoal, and the scrambled eggs looked perfect as well. Both Alejandro and your son had matching grins on their faces as you looked at your breakfast.

“Feliz día de los madres, mi vida. I made los panques y huevos and our talented cocinero over here made your bacon. Take a big bite for him.” He winked, letting out a small chuckle.