My Mother Fed the Man Behind Our House for Twenty Years—After Her Funeral, I Found Out He Was Family
*Ask what each person needs.
Don’t guess.
Leave space for an answer.
If someone says no, don’t punish them for it.
And please remember that feeding someone isn’t the same as listening to them.*
I read it two times.
They were lessons she had learned too late, or maybe lessons she understood without knowing how to live them.
I wanted to be angry with her for writing down wisdom she hadn’t managed to follow.