A Memory

The days they pass to me, have beautiful memories to me. Filo and Elias were wonderful parents. I remember when my mom prepared the food, all her children arrived from the school, the smell was delicious.

My two brothers, my three sisters, and I sat at the table very impatient and waiting for my father. We stood up looking if my father was coming. We were anxious, and we looked out at the shadow of one stair that was outside the kitchen. My mom said, "When the shadow is on the first stair, we will serve the food because your father will be coming." It was 2:30P.M., but us six kids didn't look at a clock. We looked at the shadow.

We looked out far away at the bridge to see who was coming over the River Chuviscar in the street 28. We saw when my father coming, walking fast, some of us went running to find my father, and others helped mom to prepare the table with the food and all together enjoyed many, many days like this.