Emily always felt uneasy around her sister-in-law, Jessica, who had a way of making her feel small. While Emily and her husband, Mark, were struggling financially after his job loss, Jessica lived a lavish lifestyle and loved
showing it off. When Jessica hosted a family potluck, she insisted everyone bring “luxury” foods like caviar, imported chocolates, and gourmet wine. Emily couldn’t afford it, so she prepared a homemade casserole using her
grandmother’s recipe—a dish that had always been a family favorite. At the gathering, Jessica frowned at the casserole and told Emily it wasn’t good enough for her guests. Hurt and embarrassed, Emily quietly left before the
dinner began.The next morning, Emily’s cousin-in-law called with surprising news: Jessica’s potluck had been a disaster. Because of a fridge mishap, all the expensive food had spoiled. Guests left early, and Emily’s mother-in-law
even said the evening could have been saved if Emily’s dish had been served.Emily couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes, life has a way of teaching lessons better than we ever could.
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