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A Simple Dinner With Donna

A week after the wedding, I decided to host a modest dinner for Mark’s mother, Donna.
Mark busied himself tidying the patio, arranging chairs, and queuing a playlist of songs he thought she would enjoy. I carefully set out three plates and placed a small vase of fresh flowers in the center of the table. When the doorbell rang, the dogs barked briefly before settling down, adding a small rhythm of life to the otherwise calm home.
I sent her a text with the time, gave her the gate code, and began thawing chicken in preparation. The house smelled fresh with lemon cleaner, and I opened the windows to welcome the cool evening air.