One Christmas, One Handmade Gift, and a Family Forced to Be Honest
Christmas at my in-laws’ house always came with unspoken rules: smile at the right moments, praise the food, and never challenge Linda. I kept going anyway, because my children loved the lights, the music, and the magic they believed the season promised. My six-year-old daughter, Mia, spent days making a handmade ornament for Linda, carefully…
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