April 5, 2025
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…the kitchen door creaked open, and my eldest daughter tiptoed in, holding a small cookbook.

She climbed onto a stool, carefully flipping pancakes on the pan. My heart swelled—my little girl had been making breakfast and helping around the house, wanting to ease my burden. I hugged her tight.

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