Her mother yelled, “Leona, come up and get some lunch.” Leona ran up the beach side, small pebbles rounded and smoothed from years of erosion tickled the bottoms of her young agile feet. Her mother waved to her from the first restaurant nestled at the corner of Agia Fotia’s little oceanside town. Her families restaurant was dressed in blue and white. The tables sat along the outskirts where people sat and had their afternoon coffee with the beautiful view of the endless ocean. “What would you like to eat today Leona?” Asked Yiayia, Leona’s grandmother, the chef of this beautiful abode held up a tray of her finest moussaka and laid it on the counter to be served to all her customers.
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