Breakfast was soft pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the sun, maple syrup threaded upon the top. Breakfast was scrambled eggs piled high on a bread bun, all served with apple juice. Food fit for a king or queen. There was a hug of breakfast upon the table, the same as was there every day, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The food almost calls for me with its delicious smell and it’s warmth, breakfast has always been my favourite meal it’s warm and cosy and wakes me up, getting me ready for the day ahead.
