Today I share with you a memory of a weekend breakfast of childhood where my parents would prepare my brother and me some toast in the oven with butter and sugar.
Seated at the kitchen table now I feel so small, with a glass of milk and Nesquik and the whole day ahead to do things.
The music playing on the radio the room while organizing plans for the day and the whole house smell like sugar roasted)
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