by BG Torres

Created on: March 25, 2009

Everything was just as I remembered it. The dark heavy cabinets that were so populare in the 70's and 80's floated against the white ceiling and walls of the kitchen. The stark vividness of my dream caught me off guard, as every detail from my childhood memories made cameo appearances. The ceramic cake holder, fashioned like a delicious looking Strawberry Shortcake took its place beside a ceramic pecan pie as I always remembered. My Aunt always had something yummy hiding beneath the ceramic dishes. Taking the entire room in I turned and began washing dishes staring through the key hole window that peered into the formal dining room and offered a view of the large backyard where my cousins and I would play. I stood silently washing a coffee mug, taking in the moment, letting every pore of my body absorb every last detail and remembering the many happy memories that were made in this house.

Lost in memories, I was by the touch of a warm hand on my shoulder, gently turning me around. The face I saw startled me. I had not seen this face in almost ten years, could it be? She looked just as she did the last time I saw her. Her long brunette hair in large waves softened her face, her eyes full of love looked deep into my own, piercing me on the inside.

"I'm coming back." was all my Aunt Emma had said. Startled, dumbfounded and confused, all I could say was "What?" "I'm coming back" she replied again, this time placing both hands on my shoulders then turning and walking away. I stood there taking in the moment. What could she mean? Cancer had stolen her from us in 1986, so this revelation was shocking and confusing. How could she come back? I missed her so much, but knew that this was impossible.

Coming out of my stupor, I decided to find her and ask her to go into more detail. Before leaving the kitchen, my youngest Aunt stood before the double oven, removing some baked dish that I could not see or smell. "Which way did Aunt Emma go?" I implored my Aunt Chris. "That way" she motionied with her head, nodding down towards the hallway that lead to the master bedroom. I made my way past the kitchen and through the breakfast nook where I noticed the giant fork and spoon that always hung on the wall over the breakfast table. I remember as a child thinking that they had to belong to the Jolly Green Giant.

I made my way to the hallway that lead to the bedrooms of the house and ventured towards the master bedroom. The door was wide open and I could see a bright light eminating

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