Whenever things get a bit much for me, my Mum will step in with a salad. She made me one just like this the night I came home from hospital with my firstborn. Complete with her Delia Smith dressing in a jam jar.
And she made one again for me today and dropped it round whilst I was at work. She knows a salad is required often even before I do by the tone in my voice on the phone, or just plain instinct that I've got a lot on my plate. And this little gesture of someone caring enough to buy and chop all these ingredients and make the dressing for me always has the desired effect. I feel loved.
So thank you Mum for this salad and for all the salads you have made me. They mean a lot to me.
And thank you Dad for driving it over (and everything else you do for me).
my mom just left my house. she came down to spend a few days because things were getting just a little too much for me, too. and yes, coincidentally, she made me a salad as well. and soup. always soup. aren't mom the greatest?
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