An elderly man lost his wife after many happy years together.
He was depressed and lonely, and his son and daughter-in-law offered to let him move in with them. And he did so.
His daughter-in-law would prepare the family meal. She would serve it to her father-in-law, and after a few bites, he would say,
“This isn’t the way mama
used to cook.”
The daughter-in-law was offended, but she kept it to herself. This routine went on with every meal.
Until
one day, when preparing dinner for her family, the daughter-in-law heard screams from her young son, who was playing outside. The little boy had fallen off his bicycle. He was scared, and he was bleeding.
The good mother comforted her son, cleaned his wound, and bandaged his scraped knee.
All the while her dinner was in the oven. And, now she could smell it burning.
It was dinner time and the daughter-in-law had no choice but to serve the burnt dinner
to her family.
Her father-in-law takes a few crispy bites. Then a few more. And with a great big smile on his face he says,
“Now THIS is how mama used to cook!
