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Submitted to Contest #122
I startled at the whistle of my tea kettle. I was usually the only one making noise this late at night. It was my fourth Christmas alone since my grandmother had died. She was my mother and my father, and, for the most part, was one of the only people I ever really knew growing up. I missed her dearly. Every Christmas Eve since I could remember, she and I would sit in the living room sipping on piping hot mugs of spiced black tea with orange slices. It’s my favorite smell and my favorite memory. I walked into the kitchen and removed...
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