it was brunch time for the family so we all sat down and started to eat. my older brother, bob eats like there is no time left in the world, and James is the quiet on that he doesn’t like to talk a lot. he is gloomy have the time. me on the other had I wasn’t as hungry. Kathy my grandmother was cutting bread for the us and the birds flying free outside. old Phillip came to the window so mum started feeding it some pie and bread. "mum!!" "mum!!" " give this bread to Asher please he wants some." it was quiet while every body was here. " oh how I miss grandpa so much. the only thing we got of him is the picture of him in the corner." " we all do Mary." said grandma. " its kind of hard not to think of my husband. but he died with faith in war hoping we would have a good and help keep the people from are country safe." I thought about it and amazed to what she had said. "mum were is papa?" " well dearest one he left early this morning to work. they called him in to help chop up food." "oh."
little poor James was so tired just by looking at his little glowing eyes, shimmering bright blue. through brunch all I smelled is the warm apple pie sitting at the table that mum had cooked. you could also smell the fresh air flowing through the house of spring air. it's a wonderful smell that that earth gives letting us know that spring is coming. Mum plants and dieing when they are suppose to grow.i went out side chasing the chicken in the chicken bend. then i went to bed.
pa didn't come home until late. this was my first night without seeing my dad before going to sleep. i was asleep when he came home. the next day came i did the same thing but this time James was quiet and sleepy. he was more active and talkative. the day passed and that was it. day after day i did the same over and over.
