Intro:
I was born on the first day of Spring, when mama's apples were big, ripe, and ready to be picked. My father helped her through labor, I was born in our house. I had a big head, full of red hair. As my mother cradled me and ruffled my hair, she looked up at my father and said "I want to name her Apple.." My father smiled and nodded his head in agreement, "Apple it is." He then took a bite out of the apple he was holding.
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Hot Buns-
Mama was in the kitchen cooking when I ran in. The sun was starting to rise up over the hills. "Mmm, smells delicious. What are you cooking mama?" I peeked around her and saw her kneading some dough on the counter.
She turned over to look at me and smiled, "I'm baking some bread for your father to take to town later."
My eyes lit up, "Can I have one?" I loved eating my mama's homemade bread rolls with jam.
"Of course, I'll save some for you and papa to have." She responded as I stood on my tippy toes beside her. I loved watching mama make food and sometimes she would even let me be her helper.
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