it was a late sunny afternoon my mums was making our tradition chicken pie . My Grandmother was sewing a scarlet cushion my brother was annoying me playing the violin. My mother screamed out Rachelle com here please. I pulled out he butter and i rolled it out thin laying sheets of flour and water between every thin delicate layer. i layed it pontoon the large dish.Mum my went outside an d Watered the garden. I ran to my grandmother. seconds later she calabsed The doctor said she wouldn’t recover and she was dead, i will never forget that Sunday afternoon.