It was Ramadan. The holiday which meant that for the span of about a month, everyday, we would not be able to eat from sunrise, to sunset. I was lounging around in the living room, along with my father, waiting for the time when we would finally be able to break our fast.
Meanwhile, my mother was busy, working in the kitchen, cooking what I considered to be one of my favorite dishes for as long as I could remember, macaroni and cheese, with extra cheese. Needless to say, I was quite excited.
It was nearing the time to finally eat, though out of pure boredom, I had decided to leave my dad from the living room, and join my mom, as I had not seen her the majority of the day for she had previously been at work, and I had been at school.
The magnificent scent of the cheddar cheese cooking into the macaroni had caused me to become ecstatic! I was feeling quite hungry and wanted nothing but to stuff my face into a bowl of my mother's supper.
Hello there, my beautiful daughter! Look at what I have just placed in the oven!
My mother and I were having a conversation, as we had both missed each other dearly and wanted to catch up on the other's well being. Though what we had not realized was the growing stench of smoke coming from somewhere in the kitchen.
A loud 'pop' had echoed throughout the entirety of the kitchen and had startled me and my mom, both of our first reactions being shrieks. The noise had informed us that something had gone wrong in the oven- where the macaroni and cheese was!