back in 6th grade, my grandmother got really sick from cancer. my
father flew up to pennsylvania to be with her & the rest of the
family, knowing it would be their last moments to spend with her
this left my mother, sister, and i at home together for a week
i still remember one particular afternoon, when i rode the bus
to my best friend (hali)'s house. it was sunny that day.
when we got to her house, her mother came outside & greeted us
in the yard. it was such a warm, welcoming feeling. inside, we
ate ramen noodles with the seasoning packet sprinkled on top.
in australia (where she was from) they ate ramen noodles crunchy.
not cooked. very odd. later on,
my mom came and picked me up to go home.
living with my mom was fun. calm. loving.
she let us eat waffles and ice cream for breakfast.
if you haven't tried it - you should. it's delicious
i wish i could remember more of the details,
but the feeling i had getting off the bus that day
and going home with my mom to a house of just us girls
has always stuck with me.
and i just know
that was one of my favorite weeks.
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