It had been 20 years since I had been to Aunt Sue’s house. As me and several cousins sit on the front porch sipping iced tea and reminiscing, I realized that every single memory that I have of being at that house when I was growing up, was a good memory.
From my Uncle Joe always laughing to my Mama and my Aunt Sue in the kitchen pulling taffy. They would get so tickled that they would have to get someone to relieve them on their end of that taffy while they ran to the bathroom.
My family has been cursed with tragedies and bad memories. In every direction that I turn, I will see something that reminds me of those memories.
A drive along the streets where a lot of my family lived, is very depressing when I realize how many people are now gone.
However, here, things stay the same. With the rocking chairs, porch swing and the wind chimes making sweet music, it is as if time stands still in Aunt Sue’s house.
Writing challenge week 8. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
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