My mother-in-law showed up with a few plates she’d just put together from her own fridge, no occasion, didn’t even call first.
We’ve been eating out of boxes for what feels like forever at this point, half the dishes already packed, so seeing an actual table set out like that threw me for a second.
Chapati, roti, a stack of naan she must’ve grabbed on the way over. Nothing matched, some of the plates are ones we’re keeping and some are already marked for the donation pile.
My husband just sat there for a moment before he touched anything. Usually he’s rushing a bite between boxes these days.
We didn’t talk about the move once. Just ate.