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The holidays grow nearer and with holidays come mellow memories. Because right around this time, I am certain that my Grandmother would be trying to figure out the menu for the coming Thanksgiving feast, which was always held at her house. Her beloved house filled with coziness and the aroma of coffee and mouthwatering scents, emanating from her oven and floating gently beneath everyone's noses who stopped by. sniff sniff lol.
One thing that I remember most about her house is her closet. So many hats, dresses and things which she held dear to her. She was a sharp dresser and a very gifted cook but those were not the extent of her gifts. Her very existence - a blessing.
One night when I slept over at her house, it was bedtime and very dark. I slept in her room on a bed that she had made for me. I was afraid of the dark. With the covers clutched tight, I remember saying ''i love you granny''..... and in a gentle voice, in the quiet darkness, she said I love you too. Just like that, the dark didn't make me afraid anymore. Her love was that powerful.
Earlier, I was looking through family photos. The one that I've decided to share within this post is a special one. It's from Christmastime. You can tell because of her reindeer near the window. My mother, husband and I visited my grandmother one evening, during the holidays. While my mother sat, admiring the tree and watching us lol, I goofed off in the kitchen while my grandmother, husband and I were preparing to bake brownies. That's why I'm holding eggs.
But me holding eggs and being silly isn't the important part of this photo — It's my grandmother. And if you look closely, very very closely, you can see her right behind me, tiny as can be, rummaging through her things, looking for something.
During the holidays maybe everyone is looking for something; a new tree to string lights on. Or perhaps searching ingredients to complete the annual feast. Or maybe just maybe it is warmth that people are seeking.
Through looking at this photo, I found that.

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