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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
Yummm-may


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