The table was small, but it held enough for everyone. Plates were passed from hand to hand, and laughter filled the space between bites.
No one rushed. The meal was more than food. It was connection, history, and care served warm. In that moment, differences faded, and unity took their place. Love lived there, not loud or dramatic, but steady and real, holding the family together one shared meal at a time.
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