I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard my mom in the kitchen. I could hear the pantry door open as well as different drawers. I thought to myself, what is she doing in the kitchen? I got from the couch, shut the TV off, and skipped into the kitchen to see what my mom was doing. “Can you grab the flour for me?”, my mom asked me as I skipped into the kitchen. I grabbed the flour from the pantry and placed it on the counter. I eagerly watched her pull out her cookbook from the drawer and wondered what she was making.  

“What are we making? Can we make chocolate chip cookies?”, I asked as my mom walked to the pantry and started to grab more ingredients. 

Placing an armful of ingredients on the counter then walking back to grab more she said, “Banna muffin’s,”. I was so excited when my mom told me she was making muffins. They were not chocolate chip cookies but they were something delicious. “They are for the muffin program”. When I heard my mom say they were for the muffin program, my eagerness to help went down. My mom could see my mood change and stopped what she was doing. She knelt down beside me so that we were the same height and said, “These kids do not have everything that you have. They do not have lunches packed for them or even breakfast in the morning. You have so much to be grateful for. I would never want you to go to school hungry”.  

I sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen and watched my mom pre-heat the oven and grab the muffin trays from the cupboard. I sat there thinking about what she had just told me. Are there really kids who do not have lunches or breakfasts? In my city? I had everything I could ever need. I had food that my mom prepared for me every day and never when hungry. I almost started crying. My mom turned towards me and saw how upset I had gotten. She dropped what she was doing and came over to give me a big hug, “What’s wrong?”. 

“I don’t want to be hungry. I don’t want other kids to be hungry either”. 

“You won’t Emma, don’t worry. But that is why we are making the muffins so that these kids have food so they won’t be hungry anymore”. I jumped out of my mom’s arms and said, 

“I want to help make some special muffins!”. My mom pulled a chair up beside the counter and gave me a bowl with banana’s inside along with a fork. I began mushing the bananas with a smile on my face because I was helping my mom make special muffins.