The smell of home baked bread, my mother in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner waiting till I heard those famous words (dinner is ready) setting down at the dinner table my eyes glowing with hunger looking upon the feast she had prepared. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes with real cream butter, homemade biscuits, fresh green beans, fried apples and cream gravy, and the deserts were out of this world Lemon pie and strawberry short cake with homemade whip cream. After dinner we would reside to the front porch talking and reminiscing of days gone by.
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Short Story / Young Adult
Poem / Non-Fiction
Poem / Editorial and Opinion
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