Tag: family

  • The Kitchen Where I Became

    The Kitchen Where I Became

    Last night, I visited a place I hadn’t stepped into in years,but my bones remembered the floor before my feet touched it.I was in my great-grandmother’s kitchen—not in memory, but in presence. The wood creaked like it knew my name.The stove wore the scent of collards, oil, and time.And my grandmother—long gone from this earth—stood…