A Memoir of a Winter Night in the Kitchen

My mam kept a secret stache of chocolate covered raisins in the arm rest consol between us, and she'd revealed them to me with a wink. We took the long way home, eating candy, singing to the music and watching the lights. And now, many years later, it came back to me like a sweet reccurring dream whenever i drove in the dark at the beginning of winterat uncle's house. In my family, you don't need to knock or be formal with te greeting onc'e your family, you'd just come in. So that's what i didi pulled open the side door that led into the kitchen and stepped into the thick