Breaking BreadSamantha Feisel1My mother makes bread only about once a year, so I was excited the first time she asked me to help her. First, we gathered everything we needed. Then, she put some yeast in a bowl with warm water, and I stirred the water and yeast together. After that, she added flour, honey, and butter, and she mixed everything together.2Next, she dipped her hand into a bag of flour and sprinkled a handful of it onto the counter. She grabbed my hands and stuck them into the flour bag.3"Rub the flour over your hands," she said.4I followed her directions, but I was not really sure what flour on my hands had to do with making bread. I was surprised when my mother used her hands to scoop the dough out of the bowl. She placed the dough on the flour-dusted counter. Before I could say anything, my mother took my hands and guided them toward the lump of dough. She told me to grab one end of the dough and fold it toward me. Then, she pushed my hands into the dough. It felt soft and smooth, and it didn't stick. Now I understood why we rubbed our hands with flour. We turned the lump of dough and folded and pushed it again. We folded and pushed the dough for nearly twenty minutes—my mother said that is called kneading—before the dough was ready.5Together we rolled the dough into a ball, placed it in a fresh bowl, and covered the bowl with a clean kitchen towel.6"Now, the dough must sit for several hours," my mother said. "No peeking!"7"Okay," I agreed, wondering why I would want to look at a ball of dough in a bowl.8After a few hours, my mother told me to check the dough. When I removed the towel from the bowl, I was surprised to see how much dough was in the bowl—it looked like a much larger lump than when we started.9"Yeast makes dough rise," my mother said, coming up behind me. "That makes the bread light and airy when it is baked."10Later, we put the bread in the oven. Just before it was done, my grandmother arrived on her annual visit from Spain.11"That bread smells delicious!" she said, as she hugged me. "I can't wait to sit down and share it with all of my family."12Samantha Feisel owns a bakery in Atlanta, Georgia, and enjoys writing about her childhood memories. Samantha fondly remembers the first time she baked bread with her mother, which she writes about in "Breaking Bread." Samantha has written other kitchen adventure stories to tell all about her grandmother's annual visits from Spain. Question:Identify the point of view from which this passage is written, and in a paragraph explain both how the author develops the point of view of the speaker and what the effect of that point of view is upon the reader.