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The first thing I remember
From theatrical_muse: What's the first thing you remember?
My mum making toast.
She was standing at the bench, humming to herself, long gold-blonde hair falling forward to hide her face. I sat there in the warm kitchen, swinging my little legs happily as I savoured the wonderful smell.
"Toast," Mum, said to me, smiling. "Hot toast for me and my little man." She picked me up, swung me towards the ceiling, then hugged me tightly before putting me on her hip. She picked up the slice of thick brown toast. "One bite for me," she took a little nibble, "and one for you."
I grinned at her and bit into it. "Mmm, yum."
She kissed me, tasting all warm and nutty and buttery like the toast.
It makes me smile to remember it, and it hurts too because I wish I could go back to that time and recapture that whole feeling of being safe and loved and happy. My mum died when I was on CF1 (that's Correction Facility 1) when I was 15. I got back to Earth too late. I never said goodbye, but she knew I loved her as much as she did me.
Toast is still my favourite comfort food.
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And now you know why I stayed with Blake and Avon. There was a tiny chance they might actually do soemthing about that.