**My Grandmother’s Mysterious Onion Ritual — I Finally Understand It Now**
The Strange Truth Behind My Grandmother’s Onion Ritual As a kid, my grandmother’s house always smelled… sharp. Pungent, almost spicy. Every windowsill hosted a strange little shrine: half an onion, pierced with dark cloves like some forgotten voodoo offering. No one dared move them—not even to dust. Ask her why, and she’d just smile like …
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