Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like burnt toast and strong coffee. Uncle Tom was sitting at the table, wearing his big green fishing hat that had too many lures stuck in it. He gave me a wink and a piece of toast heavy with strawberry jam. Uncle Tom isn’t really my uncle—he’s Dad’s best friend from the army—but he tells better jokes than anyone I know.
: I learned about the daily chores and the hard work that goes into running a farm in the countryside. Quality Time a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63
Last weekend, my dad surprised me by saying we were going to visit my Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like burnt toast and
The sun wasn’t even fully awake when Dad shook my shoulder. "Rise and shine, Peanut," he whispered. I didn’t mind the early hour because today was the day: we were picking up Uncle Tom and heading to the lake. Uncle Tom isn’t really my uncle—he’s Dad’s best
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