Then I walked past him.
Not away.
Through.
I moved into the center of the room—the same place I had stood every Christmas for decades, smiling, serving, adjusting, apologizing.
But this time, I didn’t pick up a tray.
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Then I walked past him.
Not away.
Through.
I moved into the center of the room—the same place I had stood every Christmas for decades, smiling, serving, adjusting, apologizing.
But this time, I didn’t pick up a tray.