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By Crystal Adamski


Up the gravel road leading to a tan trailer house

Up the rickety front steps to open the squeaky door

The smell inside the house is sweet

The Aroma of fresh made tea and flatbread

By the door sits a pair of shoes and a cane

An old TV set with a floral print couch sit in the living room

Along with a small rocking chair

In The kitchen the table is set with small plastic dishes

With various colors and sizes

A women appears, snow white hair with large glasses

Wearing an orange T-shirt and green Capris

She approached me with a smile on her face

We then sat down at the table and began our tea party

Her name is Ruth