Umber (19.27–Vera’s Story)
April 8, 2012 § 1 Comment
The fact that my elders never really complained about my cooking was in itself was a kindness that I did not recognize until years later. I wish I had appreciated the confidence they had placed in me when they put me in charge of the kitchen. In my childish self-centered view of the world, I scarcely bothered to think that my father might actually have been suffering too. He must have been lonely without my mother. He was good with animals and crops and Scriptures, but he wasn’t very good when it came to expressing his feelings.
And he was right about the steak. There came a time in my life when I’d have been grateful to have that steak, and a father to talk to, no matter how humorless he seemed.