so this is love

I have not had dinner at home for nearly a month.  I have consistently brought home full portions of "leftover lunch".  The phone has also not rang in nearly a month.  Anyone would have figured something was up by now.  Today, my mom told me that the soup she made a couple weeks ago was especially for me, because she noticed I was having my period.  I am not sure if she realized it came at the wrong time, but she had always quietly cared for me this way.  Just now, I came into my room after a bath.  She left a bowl of soup on my desk.  It is dinner time.  We both know I will not leave my room, let alone eat.

Tears streamed down my face and wet my dress.  I am still crying after nearly twenty minutes.

I drank my soup before it got cold.  Soon after, she knocked on my door and politely said 'dinner time'.  Both my mom and dad have invited me to dinner, night after night.  They have not given up on me, not angry, not questioning...

I did not expect to be reacting so intensely to this.  I was caught off guard, I am touched, and... a mix of feeling guilty, pitiful, blessed, grateful... I have not cried or felt like this until this year.  And... I don't know who I am crying for.

I know this is religious, but, I love it...