The Grill: A Short Story

I remember the pleasant scent of salmon sizzling on the grill

And the piping hot pepperoni pizza that I tried to pick pieces from

I remember the sound of my baby brother’s and sister’s laughter if you played with them

I remember seeing the grey sky and the raindrops pattering on my room window

Pat. Pat. Pat.

And playing with friends on a bright sunny day

I remember the warm feeling I got when the strong, supportive arms of my parents comforted me through the dark, scary, and sad times

I remember the sight of my new school waiting for me to come in

I remeber the voice of my grandmother teaching me a new language

And the smell of double fudge chocolate brownies coming fresh out of the ocean
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And the wonderful taste of fluffy buttermilk