Apple pie was my favorite.
But the way my mama made it was better than anyones.
Cindy made it with a secret.
Dashing sugar into the center when she folded it.
Every defiance made her smile.
Fire warmed the pies and cooked them through and through.
Getting everyone into the bakery was easy with the promise of sweetness in every bite.
Happiness was high in the air, smiles lining everyones fac...