Going Home

The meaning of going home has changed drastically through the years.

Stepping through the door the aroma of fresh-baked bread filled my nostril the hot air from the ovens spread warmth all around. In the kitchen, my grandmother, Nonni, still kneaded dough for more bread. Several hot loaves cooled on a rack while six baked in the three ovens. Yes we had three ovens and still not enough.

Her smile melted my heart. “Do you want to help?”

red-black-book-bagI threw my book bag on the floor peeled off my coat and ran for the sink to wash my hands. Yes, red and black since red has always been my favorite color.

The squishy dough stuck to my fingers and hands. Nonni sprinkled flour on the wooden board and placing some in my hands told me, “Rub your hands together.”

Sweet and quiet she looked out for everyone in the family.

Walking in the house after a long day at work opened the door to new adventures with my girls.

“Mommy is home.” They’d all run to hug me and pull me into the play room. As they pulled me in the play room, I’d kick my heels off, leaving them in the entrance. No time to change, time to play witches and princesses. Sometimes we’d build little villages with waffle blocks.

Today I go home, change into my exercise clothes and rush to the gym for some cardio and weight lifting while I wait for my youngest to finish working at the daycare of the gym.

family-portraitGoing home has presented so many different experiences. What is it like when you go home? Who greets you and is happy to see you? Nothing is more precious than family and God has blessed me with a great husband, four wonderful daughters and a wonderful son.

My family is growing, presenting two boy-friends. Boris, a sweet young man, is Amelia’s sweetheart. Johnathan is my youngest’s boy-friend, a very thoughtful young man. Always remember, a family that plays together stays together (with lots of work).

So many memorable memories crowd my mind, and I have used many in my various books. Truth be told, writing about events experienced establishes better credibility. As I wind down, bringing the historical time travel romance to and end I will immerse myself in the Multi-cultural romance and a short story depicting summer vacation, memories will serve me well.

Keep busy and never stop using your imagination.

About Annamaria

Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.
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