Call it sibling rivalry but I hated having a sister. They start out taking toys, then clothes and even dare I say, boyfriends. Birthdays were always special for the youngest of us girls and I despised carrot cake just because it was her favorite. Each year without fail the sickly sweet aroma of her favorite treat wafted through the house.
Over time we became friends but I still hated that cake and I refused to eat it. Ever since my sister passed away we haven’t had carrot cake. I miss the smell and vibrant sweet taste of the carrot.
I had so much fun working in the restraints of 99 words from the Carrot Ranch prompts I thought I would try again. This weeks prompt is Carrot Cake.
Awwwe, some of the strongest memories are those associated with food, and what meaning does food have without the people you eat it with?
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That is so true. I learned at a very young age food is how we learn about others, show love, and offer comfort. Thank you for reading 🙂
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Such a poignant piece beautifully written with that unexpected, sad twist at the end.. We often don’t realise how much we miss something until they are gone.
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Thank you for reading 🙂 I guess you don’t really know the little things you’ll miss until it’s really gone.
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A powerful story that you connected to the cake and its absence.
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Thank you, I still think about different endings.
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Thank you Charli!
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