Tessa Recipes

Three days after giving birth, I came home expecting rest, medication, and silence. Instead, the front door was wide open, music shook the windows, and more than 20 of my husband’s relatives were eating, drinking, singing karaoke, and planning to stay overnight. My father-in-law raised his cup and grinned. “You need family, not rules.” For one exhausted moment, I wondered if I was overreacting. Then I saw what they had done to the room I had prepared for my recovery, and everything changed.