Three months later, Mom called me.
“Glenn left a voicemail. Wants to come back. Said he’s changed.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him I was busy. Said I’d already made lasagna—and was looking forward to having it again tomorrow.”
I laughed.
“You know what goes well with lasagna?” I asked.
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“What?”
“Peace and quiet.”
She chuckled. “And leftovers?”
“Especially leftovers.”
People like Glenn think respect is optional. That love is a service, not a choice.
But the truth is, when you take someone’s kindness for granted, you’re always one recycled lamb chop away from being kicked out of the kitchen—and the home.
And trust me, no one ever forgets the taste of their own humble pie.
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