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Treally flew.
Gil remarked, “You haven't been here for years, yet nothing has changed around here. Drop by when you have
stime, Norah.”
“Sure, I'll do that,” Norah responded.
Gil and his wife had always been kind to her, treating her like family even though they weren't related by blood.
Norah resolved to treat them even better.
In the living room, Gil’s wife, Trudy Davies, sat on the sofa, occasionally glancing at the door. She was eagerly
awaiting Norah's visit.
Every light was on, filling the room with brightness. Upon entering, Norah noticed this and felt a warmth spread
through her.
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Gil and Trudy lived a modest life, usually being careful with their utilities. Trudy considered using all the lights
wasteful. It was rare to see the apartment so brightly lit.
“Hello, Mrs. Davies,” Norah called out.
Trudy, sitting on the sofa, quickly replied, “Norah, my dear.”
They embraced warmly in the living room.
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Gil stood at the door, blinking his tear-filled eyes. They had always treated Norah with genuine kindness, and she
had reciprocated.
It had been two years since Norah's last visit, but they didn’t blher. At the time, Norah was married, making
it difficult for her to visit. Now, newly divorced, Gil was relieved to see her reclaiming her old self.
In their eyes, Norah was a remarkable person. She deserved more than to be confined in an unhappy marriage;
her future was promising. Norah held Trudy tighter.
“Mrs. Davies, I'm sorry for not visiting you for so long.”
At those words, Trudy felt a tightness in her throat.
“It's okay, dear. The important thing is you're here now.”
All she wanted was Norah's well-being, regardless of how often she visited.
“Why don’t we sit and chat over sfood?” Trudy suggested.
She had gone to the market earlier to pick up fresh ingredients for a meal. Trudy remembered how much Norah
used to enjoy her cooking.
“I've prepared your favorite dishes. Try some,” Trudy added, handing Norah the cutlery with a smile.
Norah gazed at the spread on the table, taking in the familiar dishes. These were the sones she had praised
as delicious during her previous visits. It was clear that Trudy had remembered her fondness for coriander,
generously adding it to the meal.
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The table was laden with an array of dishes made to suit her tastes.
“Mrs. Davies, you've cooked so much, we won't be able to finish all this,” Norah remarked.
“Don’t worry about it. As long as you enjoy the food, that’s all that matters. Try some,” Trudy urged, her eyes
filled with hope.
Under her encouraging gaze, Norah sampled each dish, finding them as delightful as always.
“This tastes wonderful. | really like it,” she commented after each bite, bringing a smile to Trudy’s face.
Though these dishes weren't the fancy fare of a restaurant, Norah found the home-cooked meals exceptionally
tasty.
During the meal, Norah shared updates about her recent life.
“I'm glad you are divorced. Ever since you married, I've hardly seen you. It seems like you've been struggling in
that family, my dear,” Trudy said, her voice filled with concern.
Trudy’s eyes brimmed with care. She loved Norah as though she were her own granddaughter. The lack of a
blood connection didn’t diminish the genuine affection they shared.
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