She counted out the number of people on her fingers once again before cutting a thick slice off the loaf.
One for Mama, one for Daddy, one for Mona and one for her – yup, it was time to pack and leave.
She holds her granny’s hand as they walk slowly towards the graveyard where her family sleeps.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Week 47
The Grateful Dead 
Someone else who is not wholly thrilled by Christmas. Good little story.
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh man this got me! Had to read it twice.lol great story.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome. 😌
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Great story but hurts the heart a bit.
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There is something sweet in everything. Just have to search for it. 🙂
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hmmm…interesting one, V
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Thank you 🙂 there is a reason for everyone to celebrate.
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so true ma’am..cheers to celebrations
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What a wonderful twist! I found it to be uplifting and sweet – remembrance.
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Yes. Exactly. Life can hand you good and bad both. It’s how you take it.
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All about perspective. Wonderful 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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You are very welcome 🙂
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