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A delicious smell coming from the kitchen causes me to open my eyes. It is my grandmother making that special pancakes recipe, which is my grandfather’s favorite. In fact, there is not a day that passes without him mentioning how much he is impressed by her cooking skills.
    As I awaken, I hear the soft whisper coming from the ocean waves, slowly crashing against my glass window. It was glorious, the smell, the melody and the company of my loved ones.  It all comes together as a perfect symphony.
    I couldn’t resist anymore, so I jump out of my bed, and open the door. At first glance I see my grandpa standing across the living room, with his pearly white smile and that charisma that has always characterized him. He looks at me with his big honey colored eyes, which immediately give me a sense of warmth and tenderness. Then in his stern voice I hear him say, “good morning princess Jasmine, or should I say Jafar?” In a playful tone, I give him my usual response “it is me, Jasmine.”
    I remember that 20th day of July, my birthday in Seattle, like it was yesterday. It always brings joy and an embracing feeling throughout my whole self. At eight years old, grandpa is still spoiling me. This time, it is by taking me to the amusement park. However, the day was not complete until we made a trip to his favorite restaurant. My family all united, singing happy birthday around me and my cake. In usual manner, my grandfather never missed the balloons and surprise gifts for his young princess.
    Grandpa is a playful kind of guy. At the amusement park he makes me go into a haunted house. Initially, I refuse, but his persuasive skills make me change my mind.  Before I know it we are already in there, I did it! He always has the ability to push me in a positive way. I am having quite a great time. After a few more rides, grandpa says it is time for us to leave. As a young and naïve girl that shocks me. I look around and I ask “what about all of my guests, they are still here to celebrate my special day? ” My grandfather laughs for days at my absurd reaction as most of the people around us were not friends. They are other tourists visiting the park.
    The sun begins to slowly disappear into the horizon. The sky is dressed in a myriad of different shades; the colors blue, green, yellow and red, all dancing in harmony. Like the morning breeze, the breeze at dusk touches our skin softly as we watch the sunset. I cannot take that image out of my mind. My smile and fascination over nature reminds that the joy of life is found in the simple things. Simple like smelling his favorite pancakes on a summer day.