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chain, The Tasty Goat, which most food critics have labeled as a place to satisfy your soul and gut. Life had pulled both best friends to opposite corners of the land, and somehow Alisha could feel a deep hole somewhere within just holding that picture today. “I haven’t thought of Jason in so many decades now,” her heart said to her. How has time managed to push away Jason as a memory . . . Far away in her cupboard. A beautiful little pearl earring, looking so lost and lonely, caught Alisha’s attention, and she picked it up. “Where is the other piece of the pair?” she tried to remember. A short laugh escaped her lips when she remembered her first date with her husband-to-be, Peter. A newly acquired job as a front desk manager at Hilton Hotel with a low starting salary – she had no idea how much money he spent on buying these pearl trinkets for their first date. After an early dinner, both of them walked for hours together on the sandy beach of Emerald Island till they tired each other out. Alisha, adjusting her hair on the way back home in Peter’s truck, had realized the long-gone earring on her right ear. Guilt, sorrow, sense of loss, and a huge wave of embarrassment hit her hard on realizing the loss. Peter was gracious enough to calm her down and pass it off as no big deal. Alisha had spent so
many nights subsequently in her dreams searching for that lost first gift from the man who loved her immensely and so truly. “I haven’t thought of this incident in so many years now,” her heart said to her. How has time managed to push away Peter’s first gift as a memory . . . Far away in her cupboard. Somewhere in the distance Alisha could hear her phone ring; it shook her up from her tender thoughts, and she walked to her landline telephone. Hannah had a list of things to tell her mom – the food, the friends, all the fun at the science meet. Alisha was somehow not feeling chatty, gave monosyllable replies, told her daughter to be safe and have fun before returning to her table. Remembering the pile of letters she had to write to her vendors, Alisha slowly started packing her little belongings back into a bundle. A, mushy thought somehow forced her to stop before putting them back again into her cupboard. She looked at them fondly; they were not just memories but vital pieces of her life . . . each precious . . . each so dear and loved . . . so close to her aching heart . . . as if calling out to Alisha . . . please don’t let us go again . . . Far away in your cupboard.
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