In the midst of clanging around in the dishware cupboard, I had decided I would be making an egg and cheese sandwich. It was optimal; easy, loaded with protein, and I had seen my mom make one a million times. My …show more content…
Pressing my lips together, I pushed my thumbs downwards, creating a long, thin crack on the brown surface. In one fluid motion, I pushed the two halves apart and simultaneously flipped my hands downwards to face the pan. The contents of the eggshells settled elegantly on the pan and with a triumphant sizzle, the egg began to cook, sunny side-up.
The egg and cheese I made that day was the first of dozens; admittedly it was the only meal I knew how to cook for a long time, but it was still a meal I knew how to cook- all by myself, with zero adult help! Zero adult help, void from the fact that I still had to rely on my mom to buy the ingredients; although I didn’t consider this at the time. For me, at 12, that egg and cheese was all my own, purely independent work. There was a sense of pride that came with this feeling, and perhaps it was from this moment I associated independence with