chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

lost laughter…

I listen and try to conjure up the sound of my mother’s laughter, the sound of my father laughing. I can see my father with a big grin, even see him wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, but I cannot hear the sound. I can remember the fits of giggling that would engulf me and my mother, sitting at the table, usually, when some bit of nonsense would consume us, laughing til it hurt, setting one another off again and again.

But I cannot hear the sound.

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