You slid into the kitchen, and found your mom cooking...ugh. You loved your moms cooking, but hated when she made a strict, "healthy" meal, with mostly vegetables. You and your dad both loved when she made meat, however.
"I think I'll change what she's cooking..." you thought.
You started liming on top of tables and counters, and slid into the pot of water that was boiling. "Gah, hot, hot, hot!" you exclaimed, even though nobody could hear.
You saw your mom yawn, and quickly leaped from the pot, and into her mouth. You felt your mother struggle a bit, and instantly you became her. You were beautiful, wearing a yellow sundress and sandals.
You looked in to the reflection of the pot and smiled. You closed your eyes and tried to dig through her mind, and instantly you obtained her cooking skills.
"I think I'll give my lovely husband and adorable son what they want to eat," you said, in a motherly tone, mocking the fact your mom would never speak that way.
Your mom was both beautiful and talented. You knew today's lunch would be the best ever.
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