Back to Yesterday
written by: Thompson Emate
As I passed by the old cathedral, the smell of burnt cinnamon wafted through the air. It took me back to the time my grandmother was ill, as that spice was used to prepare a herbal drink for her. A sage once told us that the herbal drink was more than just a remedy; he claimed it had spiritual significance. He believed it would prevent her from communing with the dead and keep her from wandering to mysterious lands in her sleep.
Though my grandmother seemed to improve after drinking it, a few months later, she suddenly slipped into a coma. At the end of summer, she opened her eyes, smiled, and whispered a few words before closing her eyes for the last time. I still carry the wounds of her departure.
I miss our evenings on the porch, and I miss our autumn walks—the season she loved most. I miss her encouraging words; she had a way of seeing through me. Her reassurances helped me combat the darkness and calmed my turbulent heart.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – The Taste of Memory
- Back to Yesterday - September 29, 2025
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- The Unsent - June 24, 2025
