“I survived though.”
“That is not the point.”
He sighed dramatically.
“You always say live life.”
“I said live life. I did not say experiment medically.”.
Ava looked deeply entertained beside us.
Eventually after they left, the house finally became still again.
The twins spent most of the day resting like I instructed.
No school for two days.
No outings.
No stress.
st recovery.
By lunchtime, the kitchen smelled warm and rich with butter, garlic, and grilled seasoning.
I stood by the counter mashing potatoes carefully while one of the staff hovered nearby looking personally stressed watching me work.
“Ma,” she said carefully again, “please let me help you.”
“I am helping myself emotionally,” I replied without looking up..
That made her laugh quietly.
The mashed potatoes came out soft and creamy with melted butter folded through properly until the texture felt almost cloud like.
Beside it, I grilled chicken slowly on the stovetop pan until the edges caramelized beautifully with seasoning and the skin turned golden brown.
Then I prepared the cheese and beef sauce separately.
Slow cooked minced beef.
Onions.
Garlic.

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