“let’s eat.” mama tells us.
“Reid honey, can you say the grace.” she says. it’s not a request. When you hear this question, it’s not a question. it’s mama telling you to say the grace and say it fast.
We close our eyes and bow our heads in prayer. I can see that the glassiness has left Luke’s eyes. I don’t know what he and Reid would have talked about but it sure took that stoic look out of his eyes. He looks better but still sad. It is something because immediately the grace is said he digs into his food.
“let’s dig in. pass me the rice baby.” mama asks for the rice and we pass food around till everyone has plated their food and has started digging in.
The food looks so good. I trust mama’s food to be able to penetrate through the grief and even entice Luke. She made Korean fried ri
