The following is my entry for the 100 word contest “Christmas with Mom” – share a Christmas memory.
It’s that smell that brings it all back. Some heady combination of pine tree, cinnamon candles and cookies. The feeling in my stomach of anticipation so strong that I can’t sleep. I sneak from my bed and watch her sitting by the Christmas tree – its multi-colored lights, and the crackling fire are the only lights in the room. She hums a carol softly to herself and I feel warm and safe as I tiptoe back to my bed.
This Christmas, she’s in a locked ward and her memories are lost. Sometimes she doesn’t know me – but I remember.