Before my father passed away my mother always seemed happy like when she was cooking for us every day. She will always sing her favorite song and she seemed happy every day. But since that day that my father died it was just my mother Amy, my grandma Dory, my older brother Carl and my younger brother Brian. Then as I remembered we had one uncle named Jane he was my dad’s brother, they almost looked alike. Sometimes I even called him dad. He was sweet like my dad but he did look old.
Then one day my mother woke up so early she was very happy I was surprised. My grandma was still sad about my father’s death after 3 years old. As my uncle worked outside in the warm weather planting our crops. My mother was cooking. She seemed the same like before when my father was here. Then I saw the table done. It had an apple pie, apple juice, and some cheese. My grandma was carving in the bread. It was annoying just hearing her move the knive back and forth.