Suddenly, the musky closet was lit with the alien of light. A pair of tender hands tugged me from my shelf and into a new expanse with aromas of honey ham, creamy casseroles, zesty turkey, candied
yams, and sweet pumpkin pies. This atmosphere was not only full of enchanting smells, but there was also a warmth of love that lingered on the smiles of the people. The elder lady caressed my edges
and blew away the dust-bunnies clinging to me. As we left that dark abyss, the woman hummed a staccato melody that ricocheted off the walls and echoed in the building. She brought me to a long
table lined with chairs and eager eyes. Once there, she spread me until my skirts swayed with the AC's current. Then, the lady stood back and smiled with admiration.
A scruff man with a cap of white on his head took in her excitement and bit his lip, "Rina, why are you so enthusiastic about that scrap-o-fabric?"
She spun on her heels with a huge smile escaping from her features, "Don't you see? It's so much more than that!"
He bit his lip, "I don't understand, you bought it at a garage sale ten years ago."
She rolled her eyes impatiently, "Yes! And still to this day, it has not perished! It's colors have not faded! It's the same as it was that day!"
"But what does-"
"You and I have not perished either! Nor me and you Henry," she said patting her son's shoulder, "Or you Abigale," she pulled in her daughter. "Don't you see? All these years have passed and not a single atrocious thing has taken over our lives. We have remained stable." She softened her voice, "Isn't that a wonderful thing to be thankful for?"
The man sighed and looked to me with this new admiration twinkling in his eye. "Yes it is. It certainly is."
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