Andy stirred the large pot of soup, watching as orange carrots and white potatoes bubbled in the broth. He and his mom had spent the morning cutting and dicing onions, celery, and green beans. After they added the spices, a wonderful aroma filled the kitchen, but Andy had other things on his mind.
As he watched the steam escape from the pot, Andy imagined his friends playing in the park. Everyone’s having fun but me, he thought to himself. If I'm lucky, we can start another game of touch football after lunch.
“Andy,” his mother said, interrupting his thoughts, “thank you for helping out. I know this is not how you wanted to spend your Saturday morning. Everything has been so difficult since I broke my wrist, but you have made things much better.”