The light faded and Robin wiped her eyes. She missed them so. Christmas was never the same after they had died in that terrible wreck.
She restarted the video once more, leaning in even closer to the monitor and memory this time.
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Robin sobbed as she watched her mother carrying the tray of cookies out from the kitchen. Daddy took one before the tray was even on the table, his grin as wide as Montana. Mother pretended to be angry and slapped his hand, then he pulled her down onto his lap and covered her face and neck in kisses.
The light faded and Robin wiped her eyes. She missed them so. Christmas was never the same after they had died in that terrible wreck. She restarted the video once more, leaning in even closer to the monitor and memory this time. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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