A sweet aroma floats from the kitchen,
the sounds of bottles ring out as I listened.
I see the oven on and the mixing dish, the vanilla bottle, and the chocolate
bag still sitting on the counter.

Mom leaves and steps outside,
I sneak a peek in the oven.
The click of a closing door reaches the kitchen,
NO! She’s coming and I close the door with a soft thump.

The timer’s black numbers show me a minute left until the wonderful treat is
done.
I sneak another glance…
40 seconds…
I look out the window…
20 seconds…
I count to seconds left silently to myself,
3…2…1…and the buzzer screeches loudly.
I carefully slip the sweet treat onto the stove top.
Mom’s zucchini bread in done.

 
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