DeathInTheFamily
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It’s strange to come home now.
You are no longer at the door waiting for me.
It’s strange to cook dinner.
You no longer sing and sway around the kitchen.
I miss hugs and kisses,I miss the warmth of a loving embrace,I miss a home cooked meal loaded with butter and seasoning,I miss arguments that always end in tears and hugs,But most of all I miss Granny.
