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the way the sunlight comes in through the kitchen window is my favorite shade of yellow i saw it when mémé sat me in her sink and we ate raspberries i shoved them on the tips of my fingers and stained them red for a week i could catch the yellow in my hand i saw it when mémé shook her head because tes madeleines sont pas assez cuit and i rolled my eyes and assured her i was not going to be a housewife anyway i could feel it warm my arm i saw it when mémé giggled as she snuck me a bottle of wine i cut my hand trying to open it and hid it in a shoebox under my bed i could feel the glimmer on my cheek i saw it when mémé cried as she held my chin in her hand she said being fearless and daring are a bad mix and it also runs in the family and i could feel the rays reach across my collar i see it when i think of mémé i am no housewife i struggle open a bottle of wine and i have a bad mix of hereditary characteristics mes madeleines sont toujours pas assez cuit i can catch the yellow in my hand
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
mémé and the way the sunlight comes in through the kitchen window
the way the sunlight comes in through the kitchen window is my favorite shade of yellow i saw it when mémé sat me in her sink and we ate raspberries i shoved them on the tips of my fingers and stained them red for a week i could catch the yellow in my hand i saw it when mémé shook her head because tes madeleines sont pas assez cuit and i rolled my eyes and assured her i was not going to be a housewife anyway i could feel it warm my arm i saw it when mémé giggled as she snuck me a bottle of wine i cut my hand trying to open it and hid it in a shoebox under my bed i could feel the glimmer on my cheek i saw it when mémé cried as she held my chin in her hand she said being fearless and daring are a bad mix and it also runs in the family and i could feel the rays reach across my collar i see it when i think of mémé i am no housewife i struggle open a bottle of wine and i have a bad mix of hereditary characteristics mes madeleines sont toujours pas assez cuit i can catch the yellow in my hand
mémé - name for my french grandmother translation - your madeleines are undercooked translation - my madeleines are still undercooked
#growth#grandmother#life#french
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kelsey-bowen
20/F/memphis
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
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