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

immediately.

She stared at the box.

“Chocolate?”

“Yes.”

“I want a corner piece.”

Monica called from the kitchen.

“You’re getting whatever piece lands on your plate.”

“That is unfair.”

“It is Christmas.”

“Exactly.”

I laughed and carried the cake into the dining room.

Then I saw my chair.

There was nothing special about it.

No decoration.

No name card.

Just a plate.continue reading …