When we find silence after the computer is turned off the phone is charging and there's time to just be alone that's when I remember my mom's delicious gingerbread. The smell of ginger filled the air when I was growing up . I couldn't wait to lick the spoon!. Only around Christmas was when mom a would make her famous gingerbread. I miss home! We all grow up and move away. Some of us may not been back home in ages and yet their are some who refuse to go home. I like to reflect back to the good old days when life was much simpler. When it didnt matter as much if you had a job or not because the people around you all supported you and they knew how to open doors of opportunity. So, when you find time where there's silence just go back to your childhood when it was much easier. I can see my mom standing in the kitchen as she bends down to pull the pan of gingerbread out of the oven. Now as time goes by the clock starts to tick. The job market is so competitive. I wish it all was so simple like eating a slice of gingerbread.