“Thank you, God,” my mother begins, eyes closed and head bowed.
My mother looks to my father for input.
I sneak one last glance at the food on the table; my appetite will have to wait.
“Thank you, God,” my mother begins, eyes closed and head bowed.
My mother looks to my father for input.
I sneak one last glance at the food on the table; my appetite will have to wait.