heera
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I was 6 when I got my first apron. It was pretty and sported the brightests colors. I loved the apron.. I loved cooking... I loved being happy. I was happy. I was happy in that apron. Now cooking is a chore. And life is a chore.
Dec 24... 4 am.. it's cold ... I long to sit by the fireplace and warm my body. But who the helll is gonna get out of bed.