Early Morning DemandsMy mother-in-law told me to wake up at 4 a.m. to cook Thanksgiving dinner for her 30 guests. My husband added, “This time, make everything perfect!” I smiled politely. “Of course,” I said. By 3 a.m., I was dragging my suitcase to the airport. The gate agent’s voice crackled over the speakers: “Final boarding call for flight 442 to Maui.” My boarding pass trembled in my sweaty, tear-streaked hands. Somewhere back home, thirty empty place settings sat on the dining room table I had spent hours arranging. The turkey I should have started an hour ago remained frozen,...
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