On Mother’s Day, my millionaire son visited me and asked, “Are you enjoying the $7,000?”
At exactly three, as though the clock had caught my thoughts, the bell rang. The scent of chicken with mole filled every corner of the house, blending with the clean fragrance of freshly cut gardenias in the yard. It wasn’t a banquet, but it was the best my hands could prepare for such a day….
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