My Family Left Me Alone on a Holiday – Until One Knock Turned the Night Upside Down

In the kitchen, I opened Margaret’s recipe book. Years ago, she’d taped a list of holiday meals to the front cover, alongside the page numbers for the recipes to make them.

I set the potatoes to boil, but there was something else I needed to do before I focused on cooking.

I picked up the phone and sat at the kitchen table, just like Margaret used to.

I dialed Sarah first.

My daughter.

She laughed. That was good. That was what I needed.

“You sound like Mom,” she said.

Oh, that hit hard… I hadn’t expected that.

“That’s because she trained me.”

For just a second, I saw her.

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