MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S LAUGHTER UNCOVERED A SECRET I NEVER SAW COMING

My mother-in-law was laughing because she couldn’t believe that her friend didn’t know what paprika was made of.

I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know either. I stayed quiet, nodding along, pretending I was in on the joke.

Later that night, curiosity got the best of me. I pulled out my phone and typed: “What is paprika made of?”

The answer was simple: paprika is made from dried and ground red peppers.

I felt relieved, but also foolish. Something so basic, and I hadn’t known. I laughed at myself quietly—until I realized something strange.

The next morning, I overheard my mother-in-law on the phone.

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