roasted sweet potatoes

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes reminds me of my childhood. My mother often puts sweet potatoes around the fire and bakes them to a slightly browned color. They are fragrant and sweet in her mouth. I still can't forget the taste. I seem to have a kind of greed for this taste, greedy for the warmth of this taste! How can I have always moved my mother's energy be so strong? It wasn't until I had a child that I realized that my mother's spirit originated from the word "love".