from the finest teak. The wooden windows allowed the morning sunlight
to seep in spreading warmth. A pen and paper lay to scribble notes.
Each piece of cutlery was in place. Her kitchen was her domain, her pride.
The family sat at the table for lunch. She stood and watched the
metamorphosis of her kids into adults as she had tears in her eyes.
They could only feel her lingering presence. Annie was the soul of this
Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the lovely picture prompt.
Also linking to A Prompt Each Day