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I was laying in the spiky grass, arms and legs spread like a star.
I was young and clueless, the noise of pans in the kitchen.
Mama's cooking and the delightful smell travels outside.
The neighbors invited themselves in and soon it became a place full of laughter and eating.
Children played to the side while I still lay in the grass.
"Kimberly! Come get your plate!"
As soon as I was called over I studied the colorful plate.
"This is good, you did good darling" An older woman the color of cocoa kissed mama on the cheek.
"Oh my, thank you" She began filling plates for seconds.
Meanwhile I still hadn't eaten my first serving.
Why would I wanna eat mama's hard work?
Finally, gulping I took my first bite while it was still steaming hot.
The food melted on my tongue, the taste otherworldly.
I felt a tear run down my cheek, mama noticing even though she was cooking and engaging in conversation.
"Baby? What's wrong?" She pulled me into a hug. her smell a comfort.
"Your food it's delicious" I blew snot and tears into her shoulder while she chuckled.
"Oh baby" She ran her hand through my hair.
A feeling I would never forget.
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