Бабуся (My Baba)
I remember my dear grandmother who baked pies. I really loved when she cooked and sang. I really liked it. I really loved when it smelled of pies and then the whole family would sit down to eat pies. My favorite pies with cabbage were the ones my grandmother cooked most often.
I felt at home because my
Baba was next to me.
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