Making my First Communion
by Kimberly Guyette
Feeling nervous, scared, special, like I was getting married.
Wearing a white poofy dress with shoes that gave me blisters.
Walking down the aisle next to my partner between pews full of people.
Holding a white candle.
Listening to the sounds of talking, pictures snapping, and the organ playing.
Smelling perfume, cologne, and burning wax.
The host, dry in my mouth.
My First Communion.
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