Angel in the Kitchen

I'd been staying at my friend's family home when his sister arrived late that night. Fifteen years had passed since I'd last seen her, since we were children, really, when I harboured that innocent twelve-year-old's crush on the ten-year-old girl next door.

Dawn broke with nervous energy thrumming through me. The house lay silent as I crept downstairs, seeking solitude in the kitchen's familiar shadows. But there she was, transformed by time yet unmistakably herself, bathed in morning light filtering through gauze curtains. When she turned, her smile held all the warmth of our shared childhood, open arms welcoming me into an embrace that bridged the years between then and now.

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