Copyright © [Surabhi Parashar] [2026]. All Rights Reserved.
Here’s my response to this week’s photo prompt by “Friday Fictioneers” and my 100-word story to go with it.
Today we gather to hear Grandpa’s will, all of us back in the old farmhouse. I wonder if this is what he wanted, one last reunion. None of his children stayed; my father chose the corporate grind; my middle aunt became a teacher.
My eyes rest on the milk bucket atop the wooden cabinet. Grandma used it every morning. I can never forget the smell of her fresh pancakes and warm milk. After she passed, Grandpa couldn’t part with it.
I’ll take the rusty bucket with me today. It will look out of place in my New York apartment, but some things belong, no matter where you go.
mindful-echoes 
MEMORIES KEEP US ATTACHED WITH OUR ROOTS
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Thanks 😊
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Some things should look out of place because they’re places in their own right
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Very well said. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Better to have pancakes and a country home than a New York apartment.
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True 😊. Thanks for reading my story.
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💯. Some things are just meant to be where they’re re-homed. Nicely done.
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Thanks for reading 😊.
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You’re welcome 😊
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Surabhi, beautiful storytelling in just a few words.
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Thanks Lisa, I am glad you liked the story.
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You are very welcome.
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