~A Memory~
The sun peaked through the dark curtains.
The sliver of bright light hit Juno's eye, causing him to stir awake.
As he peeled open his eyes, the familiar surroundings comforted him.
The cream coloured wallpaper with faint beige flowers. The soft knitted blanket touching his cheek. The smell of coffee and pancakes with bacon cooking.
He started salivating from the delicious smell...
He jumped out of bed, throwing the covers off. Then he slipped on his slippers and ran out the door, heading straight to the kitchen.
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"Morning, honey." Said grandma.
"Morning, Grandma." I said, giving her a tight hug.
"Getting hungry?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Okay. Breakfast is on the table." She chuckled.
I ran to the dining room.
"Well, look who finally showed up. I thought I was 'bout to have to go to work without my partner today." Grandpa said.
My jaw dropped. "You wouldn't leave without me!" I countered.
He chuckled. "Hurry up now. The chickens are gonna start eating each other if you don't feed them."
"Really?" I asked curiously.
Grandpa gave a nod.
I picked up my fork and started shoveling the food into my mouth.
Grandpa even let me finish off his coffee.
Mom would NEVER let me do that at my house. She never lets me do anything cool.
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After breakfast, I threw on my shirt and overalls and socks as quickly as possible before speeding out the door to catch up with Grandpa.
"Alright, com'ere." He said, lifting me up by the straps on my overalls.
He set me in the truck and shut the door.
Then he got in, and we drove down to the animals.
"Grandpa, what time is it?" I asked.
"Quarter to." He said.
"Quarter to what?"
"To seven."
"Oh." I laughed. "I bet my Daddy's still sleeping right now."
Grandpa snorted. "Typical city boy, eh?" He teased.
I nodded. It's true. Daddy doesn't feed chickens or milk cows. "Daddy doesn't even know how to fix a car." I added.
"Hasn't your mom taught him anything yet?" Grandpa teased.
I laughed. "Well, a few days ago, mommy taught him how to change the oil in our car."
Grandpa thought that was really funny. "How'd he do?"
"Mom said it was good, but dad said he would just take it to an oil change place next time. He said it was more effort than it's worth." I recounted.
"That sounds like your dad." Grandpa smiled. "He's a funny kid."
I laughed loudly. "Daddy's not a kid. I'M a kid."
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