I trace intricate little swirls along the edge of the sponge cake. This is one cake I wish I didn't really have anything to do with.
The swirls are perfect and evenly spaced.
Just like the memories I have of you.
I miss you, Grandma, especially on the rainy days. I miss your smile, your laughter, your kisses.
Most of all, I miss your hugs.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
That was our favorite holiday.
I can't find anything right about now.
Surviving it without you, is one thing I didn't think would come so soon.
You were so good at helping me feel better, whether I had any hearts or not.
I was more than content to stand by you and watch as you swirled pretty pink frosting.
Thank you for leaving your bakery to me. I have to thank you, at least. I wish that you were still here with me, to help when I'm making almond paste.
The big mixer near the window gave out last night. So I've made all your cakes by hand.
It doesn't feel right to serve cake at your furneral, but Daddy says that's what you wanted.
Pink frosting adorns each one, framing the top and sides. I know why you chose pink. I wish it wasn't for me.
You know pink isn't my favorite color.
You also know how good I look in it too.
Like the pink leather jacket you bought for me on Christmas. The pink scarf and gloves on my birthday and Daddy says you left something else for me.
Instructions say not to open it until I've finished frosting the cakes. I've waited and frosted as patiently as I could.
This is the last cake.
There we go.
Now to see what you were hiding for me.
A jewelry box?
Grandma, I hope you didn't blow your life savings over me.
The one with the diamond in it, that you used to wear everywhere.
You told me one day you'd let me see the picture inside, but you never did.
My fingers are so clumsy right now, trying to open the catch on the side.
A picture of me in my pink coat and you in your pink dress, at the shopping mall. My first family excursion, right after my folks adopted me.
I'd almost forgotten.
You were like a fairy that day. With a gray halo. Your smile sparkled and you hugged me every time I wanted to cry.
Then you bought me a pink coat.
To match your dress.
Thank you, Grandma.
I love you, still.
Sara Harricharan is a young Christian woman with a passion for writing for the Lord through faith-filled Science Fiction/Fantasy stories and pure words. www.fictionfusion.blogspot.com
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