On the first day, my mother-in-law smiled and humiliated me: “In this house you will eat the leftovers”; I didn’t raise my voice, I just obeyed every word until she had to cook alone for the whole family, and then everyone understood that the black notebook hid something much darker.

which included garlic salmon, avocado salad, and artisan bread. I placed it in a far corner of the kitchen bar, away from the main dining table. I stood up, just as their tradition dictated, and began to eat my dinner.

Mrs. Tabitha appeared suddenly in the kitchen doorway. Her sharp eyes fixed instantly on my plate.

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