I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

locked snacks away after dinner.

While I wore donated clothes.

While I learned not to unpack completely because somebody might decide I was “not a good fit” the following month.

My father had been here.

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A woman opened the front door before we reached it.

She looked around thirty-five.

Beautiful. Polished. Completely comfortable in the place.

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