Not a Normal Easter
Easter as a child—I remember Easter baskets, corsages, and matching dresses. I’d wake up on Easter morning and fly downstairs to find three brightly-wrapped Easter baskets waiting on the hearth—one for my sister, my brother, and me. A solid chocolate bunny always stood up in the middle, and my mom, sister, and I wore corsages �
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