It was
Christmas eve. We generally dine together this night, but my dad called to say
he would be late and therefore not to wait. We sat down to eat. As soon as we
finished our prayers, we extended our hands to choose the pie first. Pies are a
hit at our home. Mom’s hand reached first. There were 4, of different flavors,
for the 10 of us. She chose one and kept it aside. It was the best baked pie.
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