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I was halfway through my meal when my mother came back into the room carrying another dish. She placed it on the table and looked at my plate.
"Do you need more?"
I smiled and shook my head. "No, Mom. I've already had enough."
She looked unconvinced.
"You barely ate."
"I've eaten enough," I said.
She gave me the familiar look that told me she was considering arguing, but she eventually let it go and sat down beside me.
I took another bite and smiled.
"I really missed your cooking."
My mother smiled. "I thought you would."
"I don't think I've had anything this good in a long time," I added.
"You're exaggerating."
"I'm not." I shook my head. "I really missed this. I missed having you cook for me."
She watched me for a moment with a soft smile.
"I'm glad you're home."
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