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“Not like that!” he yelled, causing me to freeze on the chair.

“You're going to hurt yourself if you hold it like that.”

He added in a calmer tone. He placed his hand over mine that was holding the knife. Walking behind me, he placed his second hand over the one that held an onion.

“Hold the knife like this.”

He whispered, gripping my hand firmly, but gently holding the end of the knife. He brought it to the onion, slowly bringing it down on the vegetable and ...