July 12, 2023

My coworker was picking the lock for a door under the stairs. “Do you want to see a secret?” She asked as she open the door to the dark storage space. There were rows upon rows of jewelry neatly laid on the floor. “Huh, we have another one of those too” I thought to myself as I ran upstairs and opened the closet. It was the same sight of piles of jewelry except I was told that this collection came from my aunt who had recently passed.

My dad was downstairs rolling out thin sheets of flatbread over the table. He was wrestling with a robot arm with an attached pizza cutter in an attempt to make it brush olive oil across the dough.