I pondered on my gift that I had received on who gave it to me. I still wasn't sure. I was looking at the box of the machine and the box it was in altogether. Nothing. There was no name or not to say who it was.

My parents woke up soon after.

They greeted me with a calm, tired smile.

I smiled back, "Hey mom. Hey dad."

"Hey Frank." They both said but at different times.

I was excited to show them what I found. But I decided to give them breakfast first. "You guys want some breakfast? I can make it if you want." I offered.

I could tell they were about to refuse saying, "You don't need to. It's ok. We can get our own." But they smiled nodding.

My father spoke, "Sure son. Whatever makes you happy."

My mother looked at me, "Are you sure you don't want us to do anything?"

I shook my head smiling, "No. But thanks for asking. I'm wanting to do this for you guys today. You both have been doing so much, you both need a break."

They smiled as my mom spoke, "Aw, that's sweet of you sweetie. If you need us to do anything, just tell us." They went to go sit in the living room.

I smiled as I started cooking. I literally wanted to help them. I also still wanted to show them my machine.

Wonder what they'll think of it...