How I Turned a Tiring Sunday Routine into a Lesson on Respect.
Every Sunday felt the same — long, repetitive, and exhausting. I’d wake up early, run through chores, and tell myself that one day, I’d finally take a real break.
But life has a funny way of teaching lessons when you least expect them.
Every Sunday, my husband’s family of eight came over for lunch.
I cooked, cleaned, and tried to keep a smile on my face while managing everything.
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