I had started cooking at five in the morning, when the house was still dark and silent, to prepare the perfect Christmas dinner for my in-laws.
The turkey had been marinating since the night before, the side dishes were simmering slowly, and I was seven months pregnant, enduring nausea, exhaustion, and a persistent pain.
Even so, Sylvia insisted on supervising …
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