

Sara liked to cook with her mom. They made yummy things like soup, cake and pie. Sara wanted to cook a peach pie for her dad. He was dependable and always came home from work with a smile.
"Can we cook a peach pie, mom?" Sara asked.
"Sure, honey. We have some peaches in the fridge. Let's wash them and cut them," mom said.
They washed the peaches and mom gave Sara a knife. Sara tried to cut the peaches, but the knife was sharp and slippery. She cut her finger and it hurt a lot. She cried and dropped the knife.
"Oh no, Sara! Are you okay?" mom said. She ran to Sara and wrapped her finger with a cloth. "We need to go to the doctor. Come on, let's get your coat."
Sara was scared and sad. She wanted to cook a peach pie, not go to the doctor. She hoped her dad would not be mad at her.
They got in the car and drove to the doctor. The doctor was nice and gave Sara a band-aid and a sticker. He said Sara would be fine, but she had to be careful with knives.
Sara and mom went back home. They saw dad's car in the driveway. Sara was happy to see him, but also nervous. She ran to him and hugged him.
"Hi, Sara. How was your day?" dad said.
"I'm sorry, dad. I wanted to cook a peach pie for you, but I cut my finger and we had to go to the doctor," Sara said.
Dad looked at Sara's finger and frowned. He was not happy. He was angry.
"Sara, you know you are not supposed to use knives. They are dangerous. You could have hurt yourself badly. You are a bad girl. You are grounded. No pie for you," dad said.
Sara felt her heart break. She loved her dad, but he was mad at her. He did not want her pie. He did not want her. She ran to her room and cried. She wished she never cooked a peach pie. She wished she had a different dad. A dad who was dependable and always came home with a smile.
