My father was a short order cook.
The only problem with the near side of the table was the picture window on the far side. Whoever sat on the near side squinted through breakfast. The far side of the table had three seats, one at mom's left, one at Dad's right, and one in the middle. The middle seat was the least desirable for supper. Whoever sat there was wedged between two other kids at breakfast. This was not a problem because we ate when and where we wanted at the table
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:20
This was so great. I love that, the feeling that you invoke with, like, the house coming alive with your father singing. It was so lovely. I felt like I could really hear it. Like I was a neighbor hearing all the, all the animals in your farm. So lovely. Such a great picture and so well told. Thank you so much for sharing