The Wistful Voyage

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The tongs were hot, red-rimmed at the tips, and I held them against the iron skillet with a kitchen towel that had lost most of its cotton to years of boiling. The smell of burning sugar filled the kitchen, a sharp, acrid sweetness that coated the back of my throat. I was trying to caramelize the sugar for the syrup, a task my mother had assigned me before her coughing fits took her back to the...

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