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The clatter of pots and pans filled the bustling kitchen of the community center. Maya hummed as she stirred the soup, her movements efficient and graceful. The aroma of garlic and herbs, and onions, made her stomach rumble. A new email notification. Northwood High. Reunion.

She glanced at the subject line, then quickly away. Then, back again. She felt a peacefulness, a well of tranquility deep within her that she had worked to build, and was proud of.

That evening, she'd lead a cooking class. Tomorrow, she would be helping at the local shelter. She took pride in her community, and it gave her a simple joy. She'd think about the reunion. It wasn't the focal point of her life.