奶奶家的早餐

I listen to her hum as she slowly scurries around the kitchen preparing breakfast. Well,she's scurrying in HER mind anyway.She snaps her fingers as she remembers she almost forgot the butter.While she turns to get it,I enter the kitchen area and take a seat.She reaches for the pepper and I appreciatively examine the table.She's made the coffee,and the creamer sits patiently in the tiny pitcher waiting to be poured.It ripples with her every step as they vibrate through the

Breakfast At Grandma's