As I anxiously remove the cheesecake from the oven, the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon permeates the room. Even though I know the recipe by heart, my hands shake a little as I check it again. I tell myself that it must be flawless this time.
“The guests are anticipating dessert, Andrei!” As usual, his voice comes from the living room, impatient and patronizing.
I garnished the cheesecake with fresh raspberries after carefully cutting it. Every action is planned, and his words from the last family meal are still ringing in my head, making me more anxious: “As usual, clumsy hands.” Not even able to properly cut a cake.
His parents, sister, and her husband all greet me with courteous smiles as soon as I walk into the living room. Only his mother gives me her typical squint of disapproval. Read more below
