My 17-year-old daughter spent three days cooking for 23 people for my mom’s birthday party.
My name is Rachel Morgan, and what happened last weekend changed the way I see my parents forever. The story didn’t unfold slowly—it hit us like a collapsing table. And the worst part? It all started with good intentions. My daughter, Emily, is seventeen. She’s quiet, introverted, and incredibly talented in the kitchen. Cooking is how she…