I dipped my finger into the warm, chocolaty batter and brought it to my mouth. The scent was heavenly as flavor expanded across my tongue. Tears filled my eyes. I stood motionless for a moment, my finger still in my mouth, as the flavor released its memories. I closed my eyes, and I could once again see three little blonde children chatting happily at the kitchen table as they made cakes out of Play-Dough while a baby girl banged her fist in a highchair. I imagined a different kitchen with a maple-topped center island and tall ceilings. I could hear the sounds of my children and feel a warm breeze blowing through open windows. When I opened my eyes, the only thing that was left were the tears and a lingering taste of chocolate. Continue Reading »
