As I carried

As I carried

the sloshing bowl

of milk over to

the sink,

I was reminded

of the young

days of winter.

when I would

make my mom a

cup of coffee

carefully measuring

the amount

of cream until it

was the perfect

creamy brown

and carrying it all the

way down the

hallway watching the

hot liquid

slosh from side to side.

“If you don’t watch it so

closely, you wont spill it”

she always told me.

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