Sally was telling a friend;
That darned day, I was cooking, and the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was my father. He bought some fresh bread for me.
He always bought fresh bread for us and, on his way home, dropped it off. My father believed the fresh bread has a better taste. He, all the time, just handed me the bread and left. He never came inside, never. My mother was with him at that time.
When my husband heard their voices, he ran towards the door to say hi, he truly loved my parents.
That day my husband insisted my parents come inside and have dinner with us. I didn’t like my husband’s idea. I was tired, the house was a mess, and I just got back from work.
My parents came inside, and my husband ran to the kitchen to make some coffee for them. I went to the kitchen and whispered to my husband that I am tired, why did you invite them?
My husband said: “Your food smelled delicious. It would be great to share.”
I said: “But I made more food to have leftover for our tomorrow’s lunch.
My father came to the kitchen and said: “What a great smell, that’s my daughter.” Then he cracked a very kind smile.
When we set the dinner table, my father just ate a few spoons, and my mother had a little salad.
They played with the food and mostly talked and complimented my cooking. We had enough leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch after the cleanup. My parents didn’t stay long after dinner and said you guys are tired.
Years flew, and my parents passed away.
And every time I make that same food I cooked that night, I think to myself, what if my father overheard me?! Maybe that was the reason my parents didn’t eat anything and left very soon.
How could I ever be so heartless? Was a little leftover that essential to break my parent’s hearts? This deep pain bothers me all these years. I didn’t care about the most critical part of life. I wasn’t thinking deep. I missed them so much. I never appreciated the fresh bread my father brought to me just to hand in his love.
It wasn’t about the bread. It was an alibi to see me and pass the message of love, and I was too busy and tired to feel it. I was blind. Now that I don’t have them, I realize having them in my life was extraordinary.
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