I remember it as if it were yesterday. But it wasn't.
"What do you do under a mistletoe?" Was the question that I wished I hadn't run away from.
If only I just had the chance to embrace her again. To kiss her on the cheek like I did every morning I came to her house. Mom told me that was the polite thing to do . . . giving a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug. She told me it made Auntie happy. I want to make her happy again as I did when I was three. I want to see her smile again, I want to hear her laugh again. I always did. There was never one day I failed to make her laugh.
Sometimes always, isn't forever.
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"Auntie, what do you do under a mistletoe?"
"Well . . . " She paused for a moment. "You get kiss from the person you're under the mistletoe with."
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Mistletoe {first chapter is up tomorrow!}
Short StorySometimes always, isn't forever. A question is what started it all. She wished she had never ran away. But, that is just one thing she regrets.
