Apple Pie 🥧

He walked straight to the kitchen, pausing only to take off his shoes. I heard the rustling of the plastic bag as he set it on the counter and opened it. He saw the beautiful apple pie that his great grandma had made especially for him.

“Why does Ma always have to flex on people?” (Translation: Why is Ma always showing people up?) he says more to himself than to me. “We know Ma…You can bake. ”

5 thoughts on “Apple Pie 🥧”

  1. The sensory imagery here is incredible! I am always so in awe of writers who can write so well in so few words. Bravo! I’d love to feature this slice in a future call.

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