My Wife Spent Two Sleepless Nights Preparing 38 Dishes for 75 Relatives—By the End of Our Granddaughter’s Birthday Party, Everything Changed

Outside, Chicago settled into the night.

Inside, only the rhythm of knives, ovens, and boiling pots filled the kitchen.

Around twelve-forty, Gloria smiled faintly.

“I keep thinking about Kevin when he was eleven.”

“What about him?”

“He used to come straight from school to the restaurant and help wipe tables.”

“He just wanted to be near you.”

“He used to.”

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