Grandma’s Hug
Max Carrière, Grade nine, École Côte du Soleil
It was just like every other year on Christmas Eve. I was cooking in our warm kitchen, but it felt like we were missing something.
All of my cousins, aunts and uncles were at my house, so what could it be? And then I remembered who wasn’t with us. It was the one person in the whole wide world who understood me, the one person that I was the closest to, my grandmother.
The reason why she wasn’t there was that, a week before, she had fought like a war machine, but had not been able to win her last fight. She took her last breath with love all around her.
What I wanted for Christmas wasn’t a PS5, but a chance to thank my grandmother for everything she’d done for me or just to be with her one last time.
I was still sad but then when the apple crumble came out of the steaming hot oven, the kitchen exploded with a smell that is nearly impossible to explain and then suddenly, the crispy golden sizzling apple crumble teleported me into my grandmother’s piping hot heavenly kitchen, where she wrapped me in her teddy-bear arms for a second…and then it clicked.
This whole time, she was giving me a warm cozy hug. She would always be with me in the traditions she created for us and in the food, like the apple crumble, my grandmother’s favourite dessert, that we made to remember and honour her.
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