Dinner was never supposed to feel like a battlefield. When my stepson Daniel started staying with us half the week, I did everything I could to make him feel welcome. I cooked his favorite meals, kept snacks he liked, and made sure he always had a place at the table. But every evening, he came in with containers from his mom’s house and quietly ate alone. At first, I thought he just missed his routine, but night after night, the distance between us grew.
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