My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

and winter supplies waiting for families.

The organization posted a few ordinary photographs afterward.

In one, Laya held a hopelessly tangled string of Christmas lights.

Monica stood near the porch.

I was laughing at something outside the frame.

I barely thought about the photo until Mom called on Christmas Eve.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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