Sunday Afternoons

Golden Sunday sunlight spilled across the kitchen floor. Anaya leaned against the counter, watching Grandpa Raj with quiet anticipation. It was the best part of the week, right before the long afternoon began to unfold.

Raj stepped onto a small wooden stool, stretching his arms toward the very top shelf of the pantry. He carefully eased down a long, flat cardboard box. Tiny specks of dust danced in the sunbeams as he set it gently on the table.