"Can we play dreidel, Aunt Cass?" Tadashi asked.
"Just let me finish up these latkes," she replied, her eyes returning to the potato pancakes cooking on the stove.
Chanukah had snuck up on her that year. Once Yom Kippur ended, she hadn't focused on holidays. There were bills to pay and kids to watch.
With the boys' chatter and the menorah by the window, it seemed like a moment from her childhood.
My sister would've loved this, Cass thought. Her hand shook, and she nearly dropped her frying pan.
"Aunt Cass?" Hiro called.
"I'll be coming," she replied, voice shaking.