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The roses my father picked for you

Mom and dad

My father and me
Don't I just look like a rose?

Grammy bringing jam and bread to the breakfast table
Another morning

Mom cooking a breakfast dish with corn flour,
melting cheese and tons of butter

Dad softly convincing me to stop working and come to the table

Only on special occasions
Desert, flour pastries, grape leaves with rice and spices, heluva

Another shot of the feast
You can figure out from the clothing of us,
there are pictures from at least three mornings

Dad working in the garden

Mom, in her very casual look,
threatening me not to take that picture

But I like natural shots

Did someone say orange juice?

Grammy grading this year's yield