The creamer descends, and as it plops to the top, I can almost hear my father's laughter and feel his presence. It's a moment of connection that transcends the boundaries of time and space. In those quiet moments, I find myself smiling not just at the swirl of creamer, but at the flood of memories it stirs. The kitchen becomes a sanctuary. And with each cup, I bring my father back, if only for a fleeting moment
Chelsea Hanawalt
@allowthesun · 0:11
Hi. Thank you so much for sharing this. This was so beautiful and really warmed my heart. I really appreciate you sharing this here on swell
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@inder · 4:49
And when you started off by saying, I'm in my feelings, I knew something precious, something of inestimable value is coming through from you, sending you a warm hug, sending you a lot of love, and hoping that you continue to bring such stuff out. Because when I teach writing classes, this is the kind of memory that I want people to dwell in and bring out. And you just did that. I folded my hands right here