A mother and father and their six children sat around a long kitchen table. A wren’s cheerful song floated in on a gentle breeze from the open windows, providing background music. At a nod from the father, hands folded and heads bowed as the youngest said grace. The enticing aroma of fried chicken filled the air, blending with the apple-cinnamon scents that lingered from yesterday’s pie baking.
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