My sisters' kitchen's

The kitchen.  Always in the kitchen.  We all gather in the kitchen.  It may be the smallest or largest place in any house, but my experience is that we always gather in the kitchen.

I can't really recall many memories of my Mom in more places than in the kitchen.   After she passed away, and whenever I came home from college, I always expected to see her  peak her head out of the kitchen.  I would walk in,  stand in front of the sink,  look down and stare at the floor she had worn flat as she stood in the same spot for years. 

It's been a very long time since I have had the comfort of a sit in my mother's kitchen, but the wonderful feeling of peace and comfort of food and love and conversation has been replaced with a "sit" in my sisters' kitchen's.  I have (had) six sisters!  My oldest sister has also passed away, but I have many wonderful memories of the love expressed to others there.  

I know that in my sister's kitchen's I can find a piece to a puzzle that I am always working on.   Tears and coffee and coconut cream pie and scrambled eggs mixed with tears of the eggs my Mom bought before she died.  My favorite place in a house.  The kitchen.