I inhaled deeply, then turned to face the gathering. "Look at this mountain of meatballs filling my home. My pack brought in fresh supplies for the New Year, and we received 250 kilograms of minced meat this morning. My entire family has been working non-stop to shape them, with no one stepping outside for hours. We were so busy that we didn’t even have time for lunch—had to order takeout instead."
"I’ve been rolling meatballs right here, under the watchful eyes of my father and grandparents, until my hands were sore. How could I have found time to fight Odessa over eggs and shove her into a crowd, like she claimed?"
I gestured toward the door, signaling everyone to come inside.
"Feel free to see for yourselves. Our house is overflowing with meatballs. I’ve been at it all day, non-stop.
