Mom had been the glue that held everything together. Now she was gone, and there was only me to carry on her role. I clutched the phone and felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. I was the glue now. “Five large egg yolks,” I whispered, suddenly panicking. What if I couldn’t remember the recipe? What if I couldn’t keep my promises to her? What if I couldn’t hold my family together? “One cup granulated sugar. The zest from one large Meyer lemon. One leaf of lemon balm . . .”
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