Daisy's POV
As I watched my daughter go out the door I felt a slight pain in my chest. She was growing up so fast.
"Too fast." I murmured. It seems like yesterday that she was a four-year old singing about apples. What was it she called them?
"Boppers." I whispered softly, a grin forming on my lips.
"Bopper crisp." I chuckled at my own immaturity and stuck the crispy dessert into the oven. She got her red hair from Peter. Shelly was about 5'11". She had bright red, short, curly hair and a medium build. She was starting to develop into the beautiful young woman she was. Her eyes were a greenish brown and her skin had freckles dotted everywhere. Needless to say, my daughter was more than pretty in Peter's and my eyes. To us she was exquisitely beautiful.
About three hours later both Peter and Roshelle were home and we were sitting down to some macaroni and cheese.
"Yummy." They said in unison. I laughed.
"Let's pray." We bowed our heads.
"Dear Lord, we thank you for this food that Daisy has prepared for us and that you always provide all we need. We ask for grace in our lives and that you will equip us to do your will. Thank you for bringing wholeness and and life into our bodies with this food, in Jesus name we pray, amen."
"Amen."
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Apple Crisp (or Bopper Crisp)
Short Story"Now you see, darlings, when I was just a little girl my mom made apple crisp all the time. There was no doubt in the world that apple crisp was my favorite dessert ever! But when I was little I didn't call it apple crisp. I called it bopper crisp."
