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Sunday. This is the day we cannot wait to arrive. After church we, as a family goes down to the lake. My mom usually stay up late Saturdays to make her favourite chocolate chip cookie pie. My dad use to ask her "how’s my pie coming?" She would just smile and look like a naughty school girl again. She is very good at baking it. Sunday is the time when she mostly yells at me for not eating all my food she served but what she knows is that I make sure that I have some space left for that treat. At the lake my dad would find a nice spot. She would open that blanket like an expert with one throw and it falls open without any wrinkles. We all sit down and wait for her to open that basket. Sometimes it seems like forever.   

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