My Aunt's House
My Aunt’s House
By A.A.
We arrive with the sound of the van at the front door. The white creamy color of the door swings open. A gentle breeze rushes across my face; also my family’s faces. I hear my cousin’s voice cheering that we are there. From where I am standing, I can already smell the delicious food my aunt just cooked. All of this… hearing, smelling, and seeing are the things that you can find at my aunt’s house.
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