“Why is our refrigerator full while my mother has nothing to cook with?” her husband shouted.
Morning in their home usually began with the soft hiss of coffee rising in the cezve and the delicate clink of a spoon against a cup. Margarita loved those quiet minutes when the rest of the world was still asleep and she could sit alone, imagining how the coming day might unfold. She placed a […]
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