One Classic Sunday Morning

One classic Sunday morning
I woke up early than I used to
My mom cooked something smells good
She walked around the kitchen
Like she was dancing by the moonlight
I went to my sister's room
Found her reading digital comic
I forced her to get up
We went back to the kitchen
Our mom put the fish into the frying pan
The 'cessss' sound coming from it
My sister and I literally dancing to that sound
Until I realized how fast the time goes by
We both grew up
Some people even tell that we look like twins
My sister grew up
So does our mom
It happened rarely
But when it does, I don't want this classic Sunday morning to end
I love you both
Even though I pissed a lot