My son s:truck me last night, and I said nothing. This morning, I spread out my lace tablecloth, cooked a full Southern breakfast, and brought out the fine china as if it were a holiday. When he came downstairs, he took one look at the biscuits and grits, smirked, and said, “Looks like you finally learned.” But the smile vanished the moment he noticed who was seated at the table.
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