I usually wake up in the morning full of energy. In fact, I am often the first person who wakes up in our apartment. I get up at around 6 a.m. and quietly go out to the kitchen to make my breakfast. I like eating bread and jelly or granola (that’s what my dad calls “Müsli”) for breakfast.
My Mom wakes up about 10 minutes later and comes out to the kitchen, too. She starts grinding coffee so that she is in a better mood. We have a hand-grinder, and Mom grinds and grinds and grinds while the water is boiling.
My Dad is the smartest one in the family. He stays in bed until he hears Mom stop grinding the coffee. Then he comes out to the kitchen, pours a cup of coffee, and boils water to make his morning bowl of oatmeal.
Finally, my little brother wakes up and complains about being hungry. He is always hungry. Mom says that he is going to eat the whole family some day.
Last, but not least, my sister (I call her Princess Sunshine) stumbles to the kitchen table. Then I have to be careful. On some days she is not in a good mood and she screams at me if I look at her the “wrong way.”