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Your Christmas cookies turned out great for once! There was no burning or dropping of the batter and now you have dozens of cookies just waiting to be eaten or given out as gifts. However, as you leave the cookies to cool and go about your business, the smell of gingerbread seems to follow you, no matter if you made gingerbread cookies or not. A strange feeling as though someone is watching you takes over and from time to time you swear that you can hear a strange little voice saying the same thing over and over. “You can’t catch me”. The feeling passes after a few hours, but it might be best to avoid gingerbread for the rest of the holiday season…just in case.
Amigar had been feeling the Christmas spirit all week. She had bought tons of ribbons, twine, holly, and a huge Christmas tree. Not to mention plently more decorations. Since this was the first year her whole family would be getting together. Not just her parents but her grandparents and even extended family were going to join them. It would be the first Christmas in her life that her whole family would be here. They hadn't been together since she was an infant, and her parents normally weren't back until Christmas eve's. Accept this year everyone would be here a few days early. She was brimming with excitement and she planned on making sure the house looked and smelled of Christmas.
That was when she got the idea... Gingerbread Cookies! What better smell than that to say Christmas is here. Though she had to hurry since she wanted them to be done by the time her family arrived. So she threw on her favorite and cutest apron. It was covered in sweet hearts and cute desserts. She could never wear this one at work, but at home the freedom was hers. That kitchen was her play area and she could do as she wished for as long as she wished. Even in her pajamas if she wanted.
As she tied it around her she raced to get the ingredients ready and preheating the oven. Running from the fridge to the cabinets to the pantry. Until she finally had everything she needed. She started with the dough and slowly began cutting out the bodies. Her gingerbread would each have their own shapes and sizes. Even some being cute little critters like kitties or puppies. She had to add her own style to it. Once she was finished with that, she quickly threw them in the oven. On a cute pink and blue baking sheet that her parents had given her one Christmas. She gently closed the oven door and click the switch to leave the light on. That way she could watch them as they bake. It was only a few minutes in by now but she could smell them vividly. The gingerbread smell and cookies slowly rising. It was amazing. She just hoped they would hurry up and get done. She paced around the kitchen and before she knew it she heard the ding she was waiting for. She raced over towards the oven put on her mittens and opened the oven. The smell was intoxicating her nostrils. As she slowly placed them on the granite counter. That was when the smell changed. She began to her little voices in her ears. the smell was now taking over more than her nostrils it was taking over her mind. She slowly walked away but it didn't seem to fade. They were whispering you can never catch me. I am quick and you are frozen in time. The words were beginning to make her uneasy. She responded back "I will always catch you. Whoever you are!"
Being a sailor she had learned that if she really wanted something she could catch it. No matter how fast or impossible it may seem to be. First things first though she had to figure out where these crazy mini voices in her head were coming from. She slowly went up the stairs to her room. So that she could change into some more except-able clothes for the company coming soon. Oh and of course to let the gingerbread cookies cool. Which one would think was normal but then the smell of gingerbread and the voices overcame her. It was ten fold all of the sudden just as she was starting to change. She stood there yelling "get out! You do not tell me what I can and cannot do!"
For some reason after she spoke those few words bad memories flooded her mind. Memories she had long sense forgotten about. Memories of when she would try and help her great grandmother cook. She would run in all happy eyed and her grand mother would yell at her. Telling her the kitchen was no place for child and she should do something meaningful. With that she would just kick her out and mumble under her voice that she was just a stupid child. That cooking was a fools trade, despite what amazing chief her father was. She never believed in her, she even would bring her treats from home and her great grand mother would toss them in the trash.
Tears started to swell in her eyes. She yelled, "I am me. You will never tell me what I can't do. I will do what I please!" after yelling that she passed out in her bed. Tears still flowing and before she knew it she was asleep. She drifted off not even knowing it and when she woke the smell and words were gone. As if they had just vanished. Sadly the memory hadn't. She wiped her eyes and stood up. Continuing her undressing and then redressing into a dress fitting the Christmas occasion. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She just smiled. Trying to re position her mood. Since she couldn't be crying when the guest arrived. So before she stepped away from the mirror she tied up her hair and added some pretty bright bows.Then as she stepped away from the mirror she said to herself. I am a baker through and through no one can ever take that from me. Or tell me who I am.
She trudged down the steps to the kitchen and arrived at the tray of gingerbread. She took some gift bags and twisty ties out of the drawer and began to bag the cookies. She could smell the smell and it still smelled amazing to her nose, but it made her mind hurt a little. She held it back and tied off the bags. She set them on the table and began to decorate the table with Christmas. She wanted to make everyone welcomed and while she had lost some time from her small tear filled time. She was going to make this house wonderful. So she had something to smile about, though she may not be able to smell gingerbread cookies for awhile.
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