She’d altered it to fit me!
One week she was there; the next, the porch was dark. The curtains were ripped down. It was as if no one had ever lived there at all!
I knocked until my hands stung!
One day, a man finally opened, sighing in frustration.
“The lady moved out. Don’t know where,” he said, and slammed the door in my face.
I was devastated! It felt like abandonment.
No note, goodbye, or trace.
Just silence.
The curtains were ripped down.
I never forgot her. I couldn’t.
Even when I grew up and moved away, even after I had a daughter of my own and rented a little house.
I still sometimes smell cocoa powder and feel my throat close.
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