Friday, 15 July 2011

#118 …when Mommy gives Daddy the best baked pie.


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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