Introduction:
Sometimes, closure doesn’t come when we expect it. For me, it came wrapped in the steam of a simple bowl of soup — her recipe, her words, and her final gift. My mother and I hadn’t spoken for years. The day she left this world, she left behind only a handwritten note and a list of ingredients. Her goodbye came too late, but as I stirred the pot and followed her quiet instructions, her final words echoed in every flavor: “Forgive yourself. Feed your heart.”
This isn’t just a recipe — it’s a memory reborn, a way to find peace through the warmth of something shared.
2 tablespoons olive oil
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