Content warning: food mention

Your parents had dismissed the old ways by the time I died, so I was surprised to find the hallowed place you’d built for me in one of the stubbly fields.

In the darkening evening, you lit a small pile of twigs, reminiscent of a home hearth. Upon a tiny stone altar, you laid all your supper.

And waited.

Skipping the boiled carrots, I started with the honey cake. Too long since I’d tasted dessert.

As the food disappeared, your eyes widened. “Gee-gee?”

Pleased, I patted your head. Though you couldn’t hear me, I whispered, “See you next year, kiddo.”

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