The whistling tea kettle breaks the early morning silence in my house, providing a welcome respite from the to-do list circulating in my brain. I pour the steaming water into a coffee cup that was once my grandmother's, adding a slice of lemon. The sun is barely starting to rise, light filtering into the windows in that way that made me first fall in lo…
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