The Best Big Brother

Jon walked into the kitchen to follow the scent of hot dogs and burned cheese. He came to see pots that over boiled, and oven excreting smoke, and an oven timer that continued to ding with no sign of stopping. Jon set his backpack in the nearest barstool and rushed over to turn the nobs of the stove and turn off the oven and timer. On the floor beside him was Emily who had fallen to pieces. With Sympathy and a slight chuckle Jon asked, “Sweetie, is everything okay?”

            The little girl cried, I was supposed to make the big fancy meal but I couldn’t do it fast enough.” Jon kneeled and listened intently to the words in between each sob. “I never learned to do this right from mom. I wish she were still here.”

            Jon embraced Emily tightly, “Don’t you worry about a thing. I will take care of this.” He pushed the hair out Emily’s face then helped her up to a barstool.

            Emily watched as Jon put together a tasty meal including various spices in a meat sauce and boiling noodles to perfection. “There,” he said, “I’m sure who ever your date is will love spaghetti: an eleven-year-olds favorite.”

            Emily smiled and grabbed dishes to set the table. They laughed together as they prepared and waited for Emily’s friend to arrive. “Thank you.” Emily said giving Jon one last big hug. “Thank you for being the best big brother.”