She set down her shoulder bag and dragged in the bags her grandpa had brought up to the landing. She sat down on the bed and red lettering on the door she had not noticed before caught her eyes. "Laura" it read. Mom? This was moms? She was quite dumbstruck.

So...This was her mother's room growing up. Lilly suddenly felt an inexplicable closeness to her mother more than she had ever felt. It was as if the friendly walls of the room were enveloping her in its warm embrace. She studied her white sneaker-ed feet and watched a tear drop escape her eye and fall onto her lap. Right that instant, Lilly heard her grandma calling her down for dinner. She asked Lilly to hurry down after a wash. She sighed, wiping the tear track on her cheek.

Lilly emerged after a refreshing bath in comfy denim shorts and a black t-shirt with a red skull on the front. She made her way downstairs for dinner and entered the large dining room. The polished, wooden table was laden with food. In the centre of the table was a vase of fresh and bright, red and yellow tulips. There were many dishes seated on delicate table mats. The table seated fourteen people, hence it was quite large. Grandpa was seated at the head of the table and grandma was seated on his right while David was seated on his left. Lilly sat down next to David.

There was a basket of soft, fresh baked buns, a dish of farm made butter, a large glass bowl full of salad next to a small bowl full of salad cream. There was a dish of grilled chicken fillets in a light sauce. There was also a mound of perfectly round, baked potatoes glistening with butter and decorated with chopped chives. There was also a dish of red something that Lilly couldn't identify.

'Well, tuck in!' said grandpa in his deep voice, reaching for a bun.

'Linda told me that you were vegetarian, so I made sure you have plenty of vegetables to choose from' smiled grandma, serving some salad onto David's plate. Lilly smiled politely.

'What's this red stuff?' she hesitantly asked after a little.

'Oh, that is something I like to call Blanket Mix. Its red peppers and zucchini slices grilled and baked with cheese' grandma explained. 'I normally add eggs, but I didn't since I wasn't sure you ate them'. Without a second thought, Lilly, who was an addict of peppers dived at the dish and served her self some of the Blanket Mix.

She picked up her fork and tried a bite of it. It was delicious. The peppers were slightly sweet and the zucchini was beautifully tender. The layer of cheese in between the pepper and the zucchini had melted wonderfully and tasted creamy. She served a bit of everything except the meat onto her plate and picked up her fork.

The conversation flowed indulgently from one topic to another. A painting on one wall caught Lilly's eyes. It was painting of a young girl with black, flowing hair and a beautiful face. She could not quite see the painting well, so she made a metal note to look at it later.

'Your mother loved Blanket Mix. So did Linda. I used to make it for special occasions' grandma told Lilly, smiling gently. Suddenly, Lilly found it difficult to swallow her food. Her throat seemed constricted. She put on a fake, polite smile.

Why does every godforsaken thing so far in this house have to have some kind of connection with Mom? This is exactly why I didn't want to come here in the first place! Argh! I wonder what other forthcoming thing would have something to do with Mom... Lilly gulped her food, ignoring the painful tightness of her throat. She breathed and took a sip of water. She felt sadness well up within her.

'Potatoes dear?' asked her grandma

'No thanks grandma'

After a dessert of scrumptious strawberries and cream topped with broken butter cookie bits, Lilly helped her grandma clear the table. When she offered to wash up, her grandma waved her away with a hand wielding a cloth napkin.

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