Thursday, October 18, 2018
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When I was a very little girl, in the apartment in Kew Garden Hills, Mamalee in her night gown whispered to me, “Jessica, do you want to make an omelette?”I can hear her voice perfectly. She led me quietly into the tiny kitchen while everyone else was still sleeping. The early morning sun is coming in through the window and I can hear the traffic in the distance. Grandma starts making the omelette and it’s heaven being together, just the two of us. There are many sweet memories, but this one is perhaps my favorite of them all.
