Imagine, walking into your house after a long day school. You take off your shoes as a smell reaches your nose from the oven. Cornbread. You look to the counter and notice a crock pot. This only means one thing; taco soup! You drop your bags and bolt into the kitchen, admiring your favorite meal. You look into the crock pot and drool at the sight of ground beef, kidney beans, corn, and jalepenos simmering in the red, bubbly liquid. Suddenly, a huge red thing appears between the delicious ingredients. You gasp loudly and step back. “No,” you say in disbelief. “No, it can’t be!” Your mom put slimy, gross tomatoes in your favorite meal. I am often annoyed and complain loudly when my mom adds tomatoes to my taco soup.
“Mom!” you yell. “Why? Why do you betray me like this?” Your mother strides in the kitchen wearing her favorite apron …show more content…
“Number one,” she smiles, “tomatoes greatly enhance the beauty and taste to the taco soup family.” You look at her confused. “Number two. Everyone else is this house loves tomatoes.” You see her point there, but still. They might like the soup without it, also, but you continue to let your mother speak. “Number three.” She says in a weird accent. “Tomatoes are healthy. Plus they are a fruit and you love fruit!” You have had enough. You thought these would be good reasons! Slamming your palm on the counter, you say, “But I still have tomatoes!” Slowly you turn to leave the room but someone gives you a hug from behind and stops you. It was your mom. “Answer me this sweetie. What does your attitude say about your heart?” You struggle to break free from the embrace so you stop and think for a moment. “Well,” you answer embarrassed. “There are thousands of kids in Africa that would do anything to get their tiny hands on this meal.” Your mom lets you break free. “Yes,” she says. “Many little children would adore my cooking!” You chuckle and turn to face your
“Mom!” you yell. “Why? Why do you betray me like this?” Your mother strides in the kitchen wearing her favorite apron …show more content…
“Number one,” she smiles, “tomatoes greatly enhance the beauty and taste to the taco soup family.” You look at her confused. “Number two. Everyone else is this house loves tomatoes.” You see her point there, but still. They might like the soup without it, also, but you continue to let your mother speak. “Number three.” She says in a weird accent. “Tomatoes are healthy. Plus they are a fruit and you love fruit!” You have had enough. You thought these would be good reasons! Slamming your palm on the counter, you say, “But I still have tomatoes!” Slowly you turn to leave the room but someone gives you a hug from behind and stops you. It was your mom. “Answer me this sweetie. What does your attitude say about your heart?” You struggle to break free from the embrace so you stop and think for a moment. “Well,” you answer embarrassed. “There are thousands of kids in Africa that would do anything to get their tiny hands on this meal.” Your mom lets you break free. “Yes,” she says. “Many little children would adore my cooking!” You chuckle and turn to face your