The Sunday Lunch That Changed EVERYTHING!

“They got us the house. Is this your thank you?”

As if my time, my labor, my exhaustion were a debt I owed for a gift I never asked for.

So the next Sunday, I smiled wide and served their favorite stew—but only one pot. No apron. No second dish. No plate for me. When his mother asked why I wasn’t eating, I said sweetly:

“Oh, this is all for you. After all these years, you deserve the full portion.”

They chuckled—until the food ran out and I hadn’t had a bite. My husband looked embarrassed.

“You didn’t eat?” he asked.
“You all come first, right?” I shrugged.

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