Family recipes — Björn Rudbergs writings

From my hiding place I watch her moving through the kitchen, preparing dinner. Just like before… I clench my fists … imagining the scent of stew… the scent of mother’s recipes! A shadow appearing behind her, he snakes his arms around her waist Fuming, I stare at them. Imagining the praise she gets for her […]

via Family recipes — Björn Rudbergs writings


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