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Thanksgiving Morning-LA writing
I woke up to the sweet smell of Apple Pie on Thanksgiving morning. I got out of bed and staggered down the stairs. I heard Mother humming to herself while she cooked. The Apple Pie scent getting stronger. I arrived at the kitchen just in time for mom to turn off the oven and take the pie out. It was a sight like in a dream, Mother in an apron, a fresh baked pie looking magnificent, and the Macy's Day Parade on the mini television.
My mother greeted me with a warm hug and I felt her soft cheek against my lips. I couldn't have been happier!
People began to arrive and it was time to cut the pie. I sliced it and scooped it onto a plate for myself. I dug my fork into the pie and slowly raised it into my mouth. I was so delighted with the sweet apple taste in my mouth I immediatly went for more.
Finally dinner was over and everyone had left. Once again Mother and I were alone in our great big house. The apple smell was gone, the t.v. was off, Mother was no longer wearing her apron and it sat dirty and crumpled in the corner. Once everything was cleaned up I went to bed and Mother came up to give me a kiss. For the second time that day i felt her soft warm cheek against my lips. I went to bed dreaming of Apple Pie.
Article posted November 2, 2010 at 01:27 PM •
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