Later that evening, as the house grew quiet, he found the catering receipt on the counter. When he looked at me, his expression was a mix of surprise and guilt.
“You didn’t cook?” he asked.
He nodded slowly.
“Then maybe now,” I continued, “you understand that it takes time and effort to make something feel easy. It’s not just food on the table — it’s energy, love, and care. And sometimes, the person doing all that work just needs to feel seen.”
My words hung in the air like gentle truth. He didn’t argue, just nodded again — quietly, thoughtfully.
A Lesson Served with Grace
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