1. Prologue: The Canvas of Memory

The old kitchen table, scarred by countless meals, was now the makeshift studio for the Santi family. A single bulb dangled from the ceiling, its warm glow turning the chipped laminate into a stage. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint, turmeric, and the lingering perfume of Paola’s jasmine hair oil—an aroma that always made the house feel both intimate and electric.

Navigating Challenging Family Relationships

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Michele smiled, a thin line that barely reached his eyes. “Your turn, Paola. Show us the hard you’re talking about.”