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

chocolate.”

“I can see that.”

Laya looked back at me.

“Chocolate is the best.”

“I agree.”

That was how I met Laya and her mother, Monica Alvarez.

Monica thanked me without turning gratitude into a performance.

She looked exhausted but composed.

We started talking simply because we were standing beside each other while volunteers prepared the meal.

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