She held her finger up to her lips signaling her younger sister to be quiet. With a short giggle young Sally clasped her hand over her mouth and followed Darleen into the kitchen. Sally was three and Darleen eight. They were going to surprise their parents with breakfast in bed for their anniversary. “Get the eggs,” whispered Darleen, “and be careful!” Sally grabbed the eggs from the fridge and hurried over to Darleen. “Pancake mix,” she requested, and Sally did as asked. It was 5am and Darleen knew her parents would sleep in as they did every Saturday. Darleen had helped her mom cook a million times before. She placed a skillet over fire and melted butter in it. The eggs cooked fast so she would put those on last. She poured a ladle full of batter into the skillet and then…”Shoot!” she snapped and clutched at her stomach. “What is it?” Sally demanded. “I think I’m going to be sick. Watch the food.” Darleen ran off to the restroom and immediately started puking. The pancake on the stove began to rise. “Uh-oh!” Sally did not know how to use the stove. She was never allowed to touch it but the pancake kept getting bigger and she didn’t know what to do. She pushed a chair up to the stove and threw a cloth over the skillet. She jumped down and ran to Darleen. “Darleen it keeps growing!” Darleen wiped the vomit from her face, “Well turn it off.” Sally froze. Her stomach became weak. Darleen started puking again but this time Sally joined her. Then…a blazing heat swept through the house and the kitchen went up in flames. “Sally what have you done!?” The small child began to cry. “I’m not allowed to use the stove. I can’t work it! I just wanted mommy and daddy to have a good anniversary.” The girls ran out of the house, both of them still sick to their stomachs. “MOM! DAD!” Darleen proclaimed, but they never woke up. All the girls could do was watch as the entire house became engulfed in flames.
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