She would wake up at 4:30 and get right to cooking. Of course we would help her when she asked. And sometimes she didn’t, but she never forced us to help her. Sometimes we were busy and she would just cook on her own anyway. My dad on the other hand cooks maybe twice a week on the weekends, and he used to barge into our rooms and force us to come cook with him. He would then proceed to yell at us for doing the wrong things. I remember getting yelled at for peeling shrimp incorrectly because I would tear the little tail part off.