Dad carefully pushed the white door open. Clutching about fifty pillows, Jake, my younger brother crept in. I ran downstairs to prepare a special breakfast.
It was mother's day. We wanted it to be perfect.
As I squeezed the last juice out of an orange for the home-made orange juice, Jake ran downstairs, beckoning for me to bring the food up. Just as I'd reached the final step, Jake let out a scream and fell onto the food! There was a hairy spider on the floor and Jake hated spiders! The breakfast was ruined.
"Thanks, Jake," I muttered.