Her stomach is doing cartwheels. She waited all day for this. Her last period could not go by quicker. Time was moving like molasses. Avis packed her book bag before the last period and sat in the very back of the class to eliminate obstacles from the door. 3:10pm.
The bell rang. Avis darted out of the room like she was in trouble. She ran until she reached the door and felt the warm crisp sun on her caramel skin. Her mother told her that she could help her make her famous sweet potato pie if she came directly home from school.
Her mother waited for her with a smirk. “I am shocked you came in time.” “Mom, I would babysit until I graduate before I let someone take a bite of MY pie.” Her mom laughed and waved her to come into the kitchen.
She placed the ingredients for the pie on the large brown dining room table. There were three cracked eggs, sweet potatoes, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla extract, nutmeg, and her legendary spoon. Avis stares in awe. Her mouth begins to water when she thinks of the warm thick crust and sweet aromas of sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla. If her stomach could speak, it would weep in agony. Her mother begins to throw each element of the pie in a green circular bowl. They looked like witches making their favorite potion. Her mother always saved the best for last: the bowl. After they mixed everything, Avis vigorously reaches for a medium gray aluminum pan on the top shelf. Her mother places the mixture in the pan and preheats the oven. She hands Avis the bowl and smiles. Avis’s face is red.
A pure blend of happiness, excitement, and hunger. She devours the remaining’s that the bowl looks brand new. Her mother yells from the living room while watching an episode of Wheel of Fortune, “Avis, that’s enough from the bowl. Wash it out and come watch tv while we wait”. Her mother always made her feel at home. An uncommon feeling- Avis’ childhood consisted of five schools in three years. The family became a feeling rather than the walls her mother and her frequently existed in. Avis snuggled in her mother’s arm, thinking of the warm pie and love within the room.