My Family Toasted

victory.

Not revenge.

Peace, maybe.

Or the beginning of it.

Aunt Carol came to stand beside me.

“You okay?”

I looked at the crowded table.

Daniel arguing with Raj about whether cranberry sauce counted as a condiment.

Elena telling Tasha’s twins not to run near the oven while secretly giving them extra rolls.

Rebecca slicing pie with courtroom precision.

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