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lines by tired hands.

I turned on the oven.

My mother sniffed and tried to smile. “You still keep salt in the little blue bowl?”

“Always.”

My father cleared his throat. “Need me to season it?”

I looked back at him. “I was hoping you would.”

He nodded once, firm and proud, the way he had nodded when I graduated college, the way he had nodded when I signed continue reading …