I gathered dishes and food from the table and walked toward the kitchen. As I passed my mom, a thought occured to me. “Mom, are gonna eat this?”
She took a few steps forward to inspect what I offered. The baby bowl tipped forward and we watched the lone plump strawberry fall to the ground.
My mom spoke slowly, her eyes glued to the strawberry’s new location. I guess because she is a mom, she had to state the obvious. “No, I am not gonna eat that.”
“Yeah. Okay.” It is just that kind of day.