The small things

The browned edges of Angel Food cake
The way she brushed her hair and put on a clean button up shirt.
The smell of Taboo.
Guiding Light
The way she kept her nails but nervously tugged at them.
Her desk and all of the oddities my daughter used to play with. Paper clips, stamps, paper, crayons.
Her small handwriting script.
Pineapple Upside Down Cake.
Endless pots of coffee and her mug.

I just cannot believe it has been ten years that these things transferred from real to memory.