Later that evening, when the guests began clearing plates, I went to help in the kitchen. My mother-in-law came in, carrying a tray. She stood beside me for a long moment before finally speaking.
“I suppose… I didn’t realize how lucky he is,” she murmured.
I smiled and replied softly, “We’re all lucky, really. Family grows stronger when we support each other.”
She looked at me, surprised, and then nodded. There was a small, genuine warmth in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.
The Drive Home
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