@belle379@nickimoraa Or she can explain that when they booked the seats, they couldn't find anything together... why do we assume that it was to avoid costs??
Una amiga me paga un boleto de un concierto “luego me lo pagas” dice. Yo le compro vuelos a mi mejor amigo. En las cenas se juntan botellas y alimentos por doquier que trajeron a manos llenas los invitados. Mi mejor amiga llega con bolsas de galletas caseras, yo le pido las instrucciones para cuidar sus plantas cuando salga de vacaciones.
A mi no me hablen de 50/50. A mi no me digan las cuentas que les llevan a sus amigos de las veces que les han ayudado. Recíproco todo, o nada.
My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage.
“Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.”
I was 19. He was in his recliner.
My mother was cooking for 14 people.
She’d been up since 5 AM.
He’d been up since the football pregame.
I didn’t think anything of it.
That’s just how it was.
Fast forward 20 years.
I’m in the recliner.
My wife is in the kitchen.
She’s been up since 5 AM.
I’ve been up since the pregame.
My daughter walks by and I see her watching.
Not the TV.
Her mother.
Then me.
Then her mother again.
That’s when it hit me:
She’s taking notes.
My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work.
He didn’t say it.
He showed it.
Every Thanksgiving.
Every Christmas.
Every Easter.
The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for.
This morning I woke up at 4 AM.
Not for content.
For the turkey.
My wife found me in the kitchen at 6.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stood there.
Then she cried.
Your kids are taking notes.
Not on what you say.
On where you sit.
The recliner is an inheritance.
Be the generation that stands up.
I went to my stepfather’s sister’s house for Thanksgiving. Her husband was the cook of their family, always making extravagant meals. But he had two strokes this year, is in a wheelchair, and things are pretty rough at the moment. So his son stepped up. At 23, he cooked the entire Thanksgiving meal—including a regular turkey AND a smoked turkey—with his dad in his wheelchair by his side, instructing him. It was so moving. I’m so proud of him. What an amazing young man.