Sweet Potato Pie: A Short Story

“Is this the correct flavor?” “Nope not it, keep adding!” Auntie Daisy replied as I continued to add all of her secret ingredients into the smooth, creamy sweet potato pie filling. “Is this it now?” I asked, very frustrated after mixing the batter again. Auntie Daisy gave me the look of satisfaction that said you finally got it. I was so excited because I finally learned how to make the perfect sweet potato pie! That night before Thanksgiving was the blossoming of a close relationship. I stayed the whole night at her house bonding with Auntie Daisy by helping her prepare sweet potato pies for Thanksgiving and just enjoying each other’s company. After that night, I took it upon myself to walk her home from church and stop by her house throughout

What the f--- is wrong with you!?”
Although she cursed like a sailor and had no filter in what she said, she was one of the nicest people you could ever meet. After making me look like a complete moron, she walked up the street to her house and picked up a brand new lime, green Betsy Johnson handbag for me to give to my girlfriend. Over time, Auntie Daisy became more than just a “church auntie,” she became like a second grandmother. I was comfortable around her, I felt at home when I was at her house, and we always had the best of times together. Whether it was making pies or just conversing, she became someone who I really cherished.
I knew she was sick when she stopped leaving her house. She was supposed to come to the first pre-prom party (I took my girlfriend to her prom) but couldn’t attend because that day she left a doctor’s appointment where she was told she could no longer leave the house. To show her love for me, though she bought the corsage and boutonnieres for both proms. Also she broke her doctor’s command and attended my pre-prom party. Now that I reminisce back to her final days here, my pre-prom party was the last time she left her house unless it was for a doctor’s