The sun sometimes reminds me of the meals my mom used to make when I got back from school
It made everything look warm and bright
just like the comforting light in our kitchen
the sunlight filled the room as I sat at the table, eager and hungry
I ate with so much passion and joy
savouring every bite
my Mom would pause to wipe my mouth with a tissue
always so attentive
the table often got dirty because I didn’t know how to eat properly yet
but she never minded
She’d just smile and hand me a glass of water.
We'd sit there, sharing stories about my day at school
I’d tell her about my friends, my teachers, and all the little adventures I had
She’d listen intently, her eyes twinkling with interest and amusement
watching her smile and laugh made me so happy
We’d dream together, talking about my aspiration of becoming a professional basketball player
She believed in me so much, and it made me believe in myself
after finishing my meal, I’d watch her wash the dishes
her hands moving rhythmically under the water
She always made sure the kitchen was spotless, a place of warmth and cleanliness
I was always loud, full of energy and excitement
but nothing could distract us from those precious moments.
even with my stomach full, I wanted more
I’d tell her how much I loved the food, my eyes wide with sincerity
It was so good, every single time
those meals were more than just food
I miss those moments dearly
They were filled with love, laughter
and the simple joy of being together
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Ken Mack
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Love the memories associated with this!
Heartening piece Ken! Reminds me of simpler times