"Is there any more rice left?" Natasha said, peering into the small china dish Peter had set out for the meal. The dish reminds us of eating with grandma. It's a nice touch, though I can't help but feel like I'm living in a nursing home like the one she's currently in. Peter cooks these little meals for us, and I eat them. We have a good
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