Personal essay

Remembering my aunt Maria

Chad FaustPHYSICALLY AND emotionally rocked from the ride down the apple orchard’s hill, I turned around on my sled to look at my aunt, who had been seemingly close behind me the entire time.

Aunt Maria was sprawled out across the snow, bundled in a puffy jacket with her New Balance running shoes facing up and her sled slowly sliding away from her grasp.

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