My change of heart after my family attended a church-sponsored event
We sat elbow-to-elbow along a slim folding table.
I counted 8 noodles in my soup.
My stomach rumbled as we left the church hall.
The next evening at home, I did not complain as I usually did at supper time.
I did not complain that the soup was too hot.
I did not complain that my meat had a strip of fat on it.
I did not complain that the gravy spilled from my meat onto my potatoes.
I did not complain about my least favourite vegetable, yellow beans.
I did not complain that there was only chocolate pudding for dessert instead of butterscotch.
We sat uncrowded along a large kitchen table.
(first featured on Medium platform June 2, 2021)