Coming of Age “Have a good time. remember to take food out of the bottom oven, bye” my mom said. Those were the last words she said before going off into the city with my dad that night. They had left Jack, Grace, and I with our grandparents for the night. Everything was going smoothly that night until dinner time. Mom had left baked pasta in the fridge for us to eat. All we had to do was put it in the oven for half an hour. It may have seemed very easy to do but my grandma forgot the last thing my mom had said before leaving. “Take the food out of the bottom oven,” Grandma had completely forgotten about the box goldfish and the cupcakes in the bottom oven. So she put the pasta in and set the oven to 420 degrees. 5 minutes later…
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