WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT
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|Innaya|
Cooked for me? And, what was with the term 'daughter'? I barely knew my father-in-law. His face was blurred in my memories. I had barely exchanged words with him at my engagement, apart from taking his blessings. At our marriage, things happened in a rush. We had very little time to get accustomed to each other.
I had been at fault for not reaching out to my in-laws. How the past seven months went was a true mystery. One thing or another kept me occupied, but I should have made a little effort. I had never heard of any father-in-law cooking for his daughter-in-law who remained aloof to them. A wave of discomfort made me unsettled. Though the difference between us was vast, yet the elderly man took the initiative and put me above his son.
The action of his truly moved me.
