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There were roasted chicken dishes, fresh salads, homemade bread, flavorful sauces, and a blueberry dessert that filled the house with a warm, comforting aroma. She worked late into the evenings, tasting and adjusting seasonings, checking cooking times, and setting serving trays with care. It wasn’t just about food—it was her way of showing love and pride in what she could do.
Watching her dedication made me realize how deeply she wanted her family to recognize her effort. On the afternoon of the celebration, an unexpected message arrived. My father informed us that the family had decided to go to a restaurant instead, leaving no place for the meal Emily had prepared.
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