On the car ride home, my niece asked her mom, "Can I sit behind (she meant 'beside') Aunt Razel?" The answer was no, as I was in the passenger seat and the vehicle was already deep in the highway.
At that moment I felt between us a distance, widening as we cruised. I thought I loved her, yet I never imagined that we could still be so much closer.
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Wishing you all a merry Christmas with your nearest and dearest, and, if practicable, the candor to ask, "Can I sit with you?"
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