My best memory with food is when I used to go over to my grandma and grandpa’s house after every day of school. I would always get my mom to make me a turkey sandwich with mayonnaise, mustard, and cheddar cheese on sweet honey wheat bread. The bread always had a fluffiness to it and it was always soft with a golden brown color. My grandma always had mass amounts of the ingredients that were always better than the ones bought at the grocery store. She always told me that meat and bread freshly cut is way better than the ones that are cut and frozen for an extended amount of time for the customers to buy. She worked at the nearest grocery store’s bakery and butcher shop so she always had access to the freshest ingredients.
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He was always joking with me whenever I visited him and grandma and despite that he always joked with me, I disliked him. When he died I still ate a sandwich that day. I ate it while watching my twin cousins cry on their mom’s chest and while my grandma talked about it too my mom, I felt nothing. I never went over there again after school for my own reasons which I don’t remember today. I don’t think my family ever thought of it whenever I showed no feeling to my grandpas death. When it became Christmas, I decided to visit her with my family and she told me that I was just like him, same love for sandwiches and that we both had to have chips with them. I apologized to her.
Nowadays, I always think about him. I grew up never having a grandpa figure and whenever he was still around, I never considered him as one. My grandpa on my dad’s side had died due to the same reason. He died before I was born and In turn, I never met him. I regret not getting to know my grandpa on my mom’s side and I regret disliking him. I wonder if he knew that I disliked him, I wish I would have gotten to know him better. I started spending time with my grandma after that talk with her but instead of her making sandwiches for me, I made one for her instead. She loved
Every day after a …show more content…
He was always joking with me whenever I visited him and grandma and despite that he always joked with me, I disliked him. When he died I still ate a sandwich that day. I ate it while watching my twin cousins cry on their mom’s chest and while my grandma talked about it too my mom, I felt nothing. I never went over there again after school for my own reasons which I don’t remember today. I don’t think my family ever thought of it whenever I showed no feeling to my grandpas death. When it became Christmas, I decided to visit her with my family and she told me that I was just like him, same love for sandwiches and that we both had to have chips with them. I apologized to her.
Nowadays, I always think about him. I grew up never having a grandpa figure and whenever he was still around, I never considered him as one. My grandpa on my dad’s side had died due to the same reason. He died before I was born and In turn, I never met him. I regret not getting to know my grandpa on my mom’s side and I regret disliking him. I wonder if he knew that I disliked him, I wish I would have gotten to know him better. I started spending time with my grandma after that talk with her but instead of her making sandwiches for me, I made one for her instead. She loved