Daily Prompt: Isn’t Your Face Red
When was the last time you were embarrassed? How do you react to embarrassment?
Show RED.
I love Dal, (Lentil) especially Dal Mash. I prefer it to a chicken or meat dish.
My husband and I used to order it along a roadside restaurant whenever we travelled that way.
My sister and her husband came from US to offer condolences to me on the death of my husband. I had told them to stay with me as I was alone, but they declined. So I made arrangements for them to stay in a club.
The first night they came to my house, I prepared a lavish dinner for them. I had invited my elder brother Lala to the meals too. The second day I took them to the village so they could visit my husband’s grave. Lala had come along too. I had made arrangements for lunch there too.
A day later my sister complained of the oily food at the club. I told her she was welcome to meals with me anytime she wished. I insisted that she should have her evening dinner with me that day. I invited Lala as usual.
Lala came but he was in a foul mood. He asked me what I had cooked. I told him Dal. It was like a red rag to a Bull. In front of the servant who had opened the gate to him, he went into an ugly tirade. “How could I invite him to eating Dal?”
The last three days had been hectic. I was tired of cooking. I had prepared a huge bowl of Chicken Corn Soup, roasted Mash Dal and a vegetable meat dish along with bread. For dessert I was giving the guests Ice Cream and fruit. Anyway this didn’t seem adequate to my dear brother. He forgot that I had the meals prepared for my sister.
He kept making me embarrassed in front of my sister and brother-in-law. I held on to my temper despite his rude and impolite remarks.
I was terribly hurt by his atrocious behavior. Later on whenever he would phone, I wouldn’t pick up the phone. I kept at a distance from him. He came one day and apologized to me. I accepted his apology. It took me some time to get over the feelings of hurt in my heart.
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The Offensive Dish
Forgiveness is such a load of the soul.
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He is my only brother who is alive and that’s why I forgave him. If this has been someone else, I don’t think I would have so forgiving.
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Good for you for forgivivg, Sheen. That is tough. I dont taking cooking criticisns well. Especially because i hate to cook and took the time to make it for the ungrateful person.
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It took a long time to forgive my brother for his offensive remarks. The feelings of hurt wouldn’t go away.
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totally understand. family members know how to press our internal buttons, so relationships can get rough.
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