I remember when I was young, you were still around and I used to spend so much time playing at your house.
You came to my kindergarden, you came with her and them.
It was easter, so it was cool. We were all so excited to have you there with us.
You brought trays for the oven, flower, butter, eggs, everything we could possibly need.
You taught us how to make them, from scratch, from the beginning.
You let me leave out the saltanas and raisins.
You knew I didn't like them.
I remember eating it fresh from the oven, butter melted, warm to the touch.
It was a perfect day.
I remember you, so clearly.
I miss you.