Friday was my favorite day of the week
Friday was the day my mother baked for us
And every Friday I would peak
Wishing it would be my week
My pizza Friday week
while my sisters wished for other things
Every Friday Pizza, while baking my pizza, my mother sings
Her favorite song that we all loved to hear
Passing by every pizza restaurant near here
With that beautiful smell I can always hear that song
It goes on in my head for so long
Humming the song
Eating the extra cheesy pizza
With extra mushroom on it
I can almost see my mother baking it
In the back of my head I can see her
I can see the pizza in the oven
And I can almost taste it
Our Fridays were over
Pizza was no longer home-made
It was only ordered
But in my mind, it has never been better
Than the ones we ate those Friday nights
Those family nights that will always be in our minds
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Short Story / Young Adult
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