Pumpkin pie

Before the age of six, the memories were as vague as they were in a dream, and sometimes they were truly sweet. Grandma's home was surrounded by small red bricks, all four sides of the way, growing a variety of vegetables and flowers. The memory of childhood is the beauty of the pomegranates, the beauty of the pomegranates, the beauty of the pomegranates, the beauty of the pomegranates, the beauty of the pomegranates. The joy of the bud... we're waiting for the harvest season of autumn... and the pumpkins have been picked, and we can finally eat Grandma's pumpkin pie! At the time, there were little partners who invited me to play at home, but I'd rather stay on the stove... how can I miss it? It had been over four years since he had seen Grandma, and he had been very unkind and had not returned to visit him. Now that they're all in good health and can comfort themselves with guilt, the trip home has become more expensive. While we're young, they're still doing more for them than they can, even if it's a simple home meal to talk to them about the past... Grandma, Grandpa, in good health! Today, walk into the kitchen and remember. May I find Grandma's smell