The memories that I haven't yet done

The memories that I haven't yet done

by Bala Bharathi Yannakula -
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Every Sunday, the family gathered at Grandma’s house for lunch. The aroma of her cooking filled the air as cousins played in the backyard and adults chatted in the kitchen. Grandpa sat in his favorite chair, telling old stories that made everyone laugh. Even when life grew busy, they always found time for those Sunday meals. Years later, when Grandma passed away, the family continued the tradition, keeping her memory alive through the meals, the laughter, and the love that brought them together.