“Try this, Grandpa, I made it myself. It’s your favorite dish,” Sabrina immediately interjected.

Wanda echoed, “Just look at Sabrina. She treats you so well.”

“Sabrina, you are such a sweet child, unlike some heartless people who always rile me up,” responded Cesar, taking a morsel and offering a nod of approval. “At this rate, I might perish from sheer frustration.”

Tyrone, the subject of the veiled insult, remained tongue-tied.

“Please, Grandpa, don’t say such things. I wish you a long and healthy life.”

Sabrina’s parents had parted ways when she was a mere toddler. Her mother had, quite frankly, forsaken her, leaving her in her father’s care, never making any effort to see her in the ensuing years.

Her father, perpetually buried in work, initially left her under her grandparents’ care in the countryside. A few years down the line, as her grandparents passed away, her father brought her to Live with him.

she turned sixteen, her father passed

her in, provided warmth and offered her

consecutively was an anguish she had no desire to endure

more earnestly for Cesar’s good health and long

the rest of the group relished

Cesar and Wanda’s mealtime enjoyable. They radiated a familial warmth, smiling like a happy,

“Ever since Sabrina arrived, Mr. Blakely

Sabrina engaged in a game of chess with

chess and her quick grasp made her a formidable opponent.

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