They scented chocolate in the oven. Looking at each other then rushed into the kitchen just to find an empty spot. Disappointedly, they sat at the kitchen table where they used to witness their mother making black forest every December, as the family tradition.
In a blink of their eyes, a lady in a white dress took out a chocolate cake from the oven. She continued with layering, cream filling it, and finally decorating it.
And the black forest was all set in time they heard their father’s voice: “Are you two ready? We will buy flowers near the cemetery.”
In a blink of their eyes, a lady in a white dress took out a chocolate cake from the oven. She continued with layering, cream filling it, and finally decorating it.
And the black forest was all set in time they heard their father’s voice: “Are you two ready? We will buy flowers near the cemetery.”
