[Maria]Two weeks after Damian's family lawyer finished handling all the paperwork, it finally arrived. Ines brought me the envelope that had just been delivered to our mailbox. She handed it to me while Damian and I were sitting together at the dining table.Smiling, I held the envelope bearing the Social Security Administration logo. Carefully, I tore open one corner."Maria, let's eat first," Damian protested. "I can't wait to try it.""I'm not curious about how it tastes.""Of course you're not. You're the one who made it. You must've tasted it already."I smiled proudly. I'd finally managed to recreate the recipe I'd learned in my cooking class.I was still taking the same course, still at the same level with the same instructor. The difference was that this time, I was trusted to handle the more difficult parts myself. My instructor had told me I was ready to move up to the next level and start cooking more advanced dishes, but I'd decided to take my time.This was the first time
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