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"A cupcake sounds really good right now." Is what I told my mom when I got into her dirty, old rusted grey Acura after a long tiring six hours of school. Thankfully it was Friday, the school week was over and I felt it was going to be a great weekend. We pull into the drive way and I rush to the door, step into our house immediately the smell of parmesan chicken and a hit of broccoli enters my nose, mom always had food a plate of food ready for me when I got home. Except this time it wasn't ready yet. Surprisingly, I was happy to hear that dinner wasn't ready, it gave me time to bake. I immediately went to the pantry and took out all the ingredients I needed to make the perfect lemon blueberry cupcake.

As a made my way back a forth from the refrigerator, to the table, to pantry and back to the table I noticed that we didn't have any lemon. My mother saw how disappointed I was so she called my sister who was on her way home to visit from collage and told her to stop buy a market and buy a few lemons. Even though I didn't have the lemon I went on making the cupcake. In one bowl I poured 3¼ of all purpose flour, 1¼ cups of sugar, 1 tablespoon of baking powder, ½ teaspoon of salt and ¼ teaspoon of baking soda and mixed everything together. In a different bowl I poured 6 tablespoons of unsalted melted butter, ¼ cup of canola oil, 2 large eggs, 1 cup of milk, 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract, and 1¼ cups of fresh blueberries and mixed it. As I was carefully pouring the first bowl into the second bowl while mixing it all my sister arrived with the lemons.

My sister, with her messy curls and big sweater looked extremely tired from a long drive from San Diego she was excited to show us the surprise she brought home, my brother. My mother and I were stunned to see them both home for the weekend. Excited and surprised I dropped what I was doing and I hugged them both so tightly as if I was holding on for my life. I could smell my sisters favorite juicy perfume that she...
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