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He stared at the menu board, his vision blurring. The "Mama Rosa’s Marinara" was listed prominently. Daniel’s breath caught in his throat. This wasn't just a recipe; it was a legacy, a taste of home. His grandmother's recipe, passed down through generations. He’d shared it with his nephew, who’d opened a successful Italian restaurant.

The place was packed. Daniel felt like a ghost, wandering through his own history. He felt dizzy, and he could barely move his legs. He found a seat at the bar, watching the bustling scene, the aroma of garlic and tomatoes filling the air.