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said once, sliding a warm dish onto the counter.
“I only burned the rice,” I muttered.
“Honey, rice is not supposed to smoke,” she said.
Lila laughed for the first time in days. That laugh was worth more than any paycheck I ever earned.
We were not thriving. We were not living the picture-perfect life that some families seem to have. But we were still continue reading …
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