Gift Season

Serena dusted off the chairs that sat on the sidewalk near the stoop. Empty since early summer, they sat silent, much as Serena had while she’d watched her sister battle a mysterious illness that’d finally been diagnosed. Rachelle’s treatment had been successful; she’d come home today. Despite the crisp breeze that rustled the leaves, Serena and Rachelle would sip lemonade, catch up on neighborhood gossip, and reminisce about good times. Tears pricked in Serena’s eyes as she touched the periwinkle chair. It might not be summer, but Rachelle had survived another season. Serena prayed it wouldn’t be her sister’s last.

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