Stirring the Pot
The laughter started small, a tentative chuckle from Emma as she sat on the floor of her kitchen surrounded by open boxes of mismatched utensils. She had meant to reorganize her cabinets but instead found herself in an impromptu trip down memory lane. Rose sat cross-legged beside her, examining an old egg whisk with wide-eyed fascination. “Mommy, what is this for?” Rose twirled the whisk in her hand, her curls bouncing. “It’s a whisk, sweetheart. You use it to mix eggs or batter when you’re baking,” Emma explained, her voice laced with amusement. Rose looked skeptical. “It looks like a spider cage. Does it catch bugs too?” Emma burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the kitchen. For a moment, the heaviness that had clouded her thoughts for weeks melted away. Nathan leaned again
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