True story. He said “that’s it. I’m tired of this. I don’t have to take this”. He said “I’m leaving!” He started packing and stuff and she went to go make dinner. By the time he got everything he thought he needed, dinner was ready. He’s at the bottom steps and smelled his favorite meals cooking. Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and Collard greens.
He was incapable of walking away. That delicious chicken breast. The biggest piece. Daddy’s piece of chicken...on the table, fresh from the pan. He marched right back upstairs, washed up for dinner, ate and went to bed.
They still had problems and issues but for that night, her way of saying “I Love You”, “I Need You”, came in the form of a chicken dinner. He couldn’t help but to respond.