The two girls are helping their
Grandma cook for Easter.
This is something that they all enjoyed.
It was a way for them to block out the world."Let's stay together," played in the background ,while, their grandma took the vinegar and boiling water off of the stove.
Layla,threw a purple tablet into a clear glass before watching the tablet fizz out turing into a vibrant plum color.
The girls "oooh" in unison.Out of amusement.
Layla favorite color was purple.
Maybe Because the last time she seen her parents her mom had on an purple dress. Additionally, to that her dad gave her a purple rose from her grandmother garden that has always been there.
Zoey ,on the other hand was her parents oldest child.Her dad went into the army. Just leaving her mom and her after only knowing her as a five month old baby.
When,she was 3 years old.Her mom named an white man and had another baby. The baby was a boy named,Isaiah Lexington.
Her mom at first would call,write letters and send gifts.
Somehow, after a couple of months it all became a blur.
"Ladybug and zo-zo,come and get the stool and stir the cornbread." My grandma Ruby instruced us to do.
Cooking cornbread was one of the first things grandma Ruby taught me how to cook.
Instead of learning my ABC's and 123's like most toddlers our age.Me and my cousin we're learning how to cook.
"Grandma,what about the cake?! The cake! The cake grandma louise?!" Zoey scream to the top of her lungs.
Waving her hands in the air.As if, she was trying to wave an airplane down to save her.
"Oh,yeah.How could I forget about the cake I promise to bake."
My grandma said.with her right hand placed on her hip rensureing herself to do.
My grandma was 71 years old.
She was getting old because she could not get around as swiftly as she could once before.
"Wooo..." Granny needs a little break.
She said out of breath.
Taking a white heaven soft cloth wiping her hands and forehead of sweat.
Grabbing the table in decorate blue,and yellow tablecloth. Complement by a white sheer lace. To take a seat.
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