MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S LAUGHTER UNCOVERED A SECRET I NEVER SAW COMING

The first time it happened, it was so small it barely registered. My mother-in-law, Delphina, was doubled over in laughter, shaking her head at her friend Rosabel’s “ridiculous” confession: she didn’t know what paprika was made of. I smiled politely, spoon in hand, stirring the pot of chicken stew I’d been tasked with watching. The smell of simmering broth filled the kitchen, warm and heavy, but all I could feel was a quiet heat rising in my cheeks. Because truth be told, I didn’t know either. I kept nodding like I understood, while Delphina cackled and leaned back in her… CONTINUE READING…