It’s been five years since Grandma passed away…
but every time Christmas season comes closer, I still hear her laughter echoing in the kitchen.
Back then, she used to make these beautiful flower-shaped salads with so much love that even a simple dinner felt like a celebration.
Now, two months before Christmas, the house is different — quieter, a little emptier.
Mom still sets the table the same way, Dad still pretends not to miss her, but we all feel that empty chair.
Last week, while scrolling online, I found something — a Vegetable Curler that instantly reminded me of her.
Without thinking twice, I ordered it.
The next evening, I started carving vegetables — just like she did.
At first, it was just shapes… but then, it felt like memories.
The kitchen smelled the same. The laughter felt familiar.
And for a moment, it didn’t matter that she wasn’t here — because somehow, her love was.
That night, as we sat around the table, Dad looked at me and smiled, “She would’ve loved this.”
I smiled back, holding the plate — “Maybe she’s still here, in every little thing she taught us.”