Reds and oranges danced in the Autumn breeze. The branches of the trees that circled my house were becoming more bare with every sunset and sunrise. However, some had managed to grasp a hold of their green. The temperatures were dropping, the chill leaving impressions of pink on my nose and cheeks. My breath was visible and it swirled in front of my eyes before fading. After running home from the bus stop after a day of kindergarten, Mom would be in the kitchen preparing my favorite dish. Curiously, I watched as she buttered the pan. A blue flame caressed the bottom of the pan, the metal heating quickly. The butter in the pan began to sizzle, bubbles erupting onto its surface. The dense fragrance of butter permeated through the kitchen, inching its way to every corner of the house. Mom pulled out two slices of bread, placing them in the pan. The sizzling continued. I pulled my attention away from the pan and focused it on the Disney movie playing on TV. Mom sliced a block of cheddar cheese and placed it on the bread and placed a cover onto the pan. Similarly to my breath in the cold air, the steam inside danced and flowed. Before I knew it, the glass lid was lifted and in the pan was a masterpiece. The dish was displayed before me. It glowed a golden brown. Melted cheese oozed between the slices of perfection. Immediately, I took a bite, emitting a loud crunch. It tasted like love. It tasted like comfort. Mom sat beside me at the table, the two of us enjoying our grilled cheeses on a pretty Autumn day.
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