I spent two years in prison for my brother. He and his pregnant wife had caused the accident. But my parents begged me to say I was driving. They promised they would repay me when I came home. When I finally got out, I heard my sister-in-law say: “An ex-convict is not living in this house.” Then she sprayed me with alcohol and said it was to remove my “prison energy.” My room was gone. My things were gone. My family handed me $200 and told me to find a motel. Then my sister-in-law said: “Before, you were useful. Now you’re just an embarrassment.” So I smiled, walked outside, and called my attorney. Because I still had the voicemail, the witness, and the proof they thought I had forgotten.
My mom used to make this and it was delicious! Thankful to have found it. The name certainly rang true when I made it last night!