I grabbed the butter and handed it to him, then fished around and tried to find orange juice. I found it in the way back. It wasn't even opened yet. I smiled, and grabbed a glass, and poured myself, then Eric a glass. He handed me a plate, and so I dug in. Then moaned in pleasure. It was amazing. I haven't had a breakfast like this in a long time. Last time was before my mom got sick.<br/>I kept on eating until all of the food was gone, and I was full. I mean, not just full, but full as in I felt I was going to explode. I leaned back, and smiled. "That was amazing." I told him. I closed my eyes for a moment, and saw my mom, dad, and I eating breakfast together. I smiled at the memory. She used to make me pancakes and sausage. Thats my other favorite breakfast.<br/>I felt a lone tear fall. I was smiling, but it was a sad one.