This is beautifully written, in true Christmas spirit. The christmas tree, the Christmas cake, everything. ❤️
And the ritual of him tasting the first piece of the cake always. So touching!
Denny is no more. And Irene is trying to love with his memories, their passion for books, and her love for writing. How difficult it is to survive without one's loved ones?
Is it Ranjith at the door? Very intrigued, please post the 2nd part now.
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