My mom was feeling nostalgic this past Sunday, so she and my dad rode up to Tennessee to where she grew up. My mom's old house burned down many years ago, but our Aunt Mag's house is still standing. It was unreal to see the pictures and to remember how it used to be. I remember going there a lot up until high school, for family reunions or just to visit. Mag died around 10 years ago, but her spirit still seems to be there and I know I'll never remember the house without remembering her in it.
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