3. The Bowl That Left Me Speechless

I stood there for several seconds, unable to understand what I was seeing.
Hue was eating quickly, almost as if she were afraid someone might take the food away from her.
She would take a spoonful, wipe her tears, and continue eating.
Every few seconds, she looked toward the kitchen entrance.
When she finally noticed me, she jumped.
The spoon slipped from her fingers and fell onto the table.
“Honey? Why are you home so early?” she asked nervously.
I looked at her face.
Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet.
“What are you eating?” I asked.
She quickly moved her hand over the bowl.
“Nothing. I was just having lunch.”
I approached the table.
“Then why are you hiding it?”
She didn’t answer.
I gently moved her hand aside and looked inside the bowl.
My heart sank.
The rice looked old and unpleasant.
Mixed into it were dried fish heads, bones, and scraps that appeared to have been left over from another meal.
It was not the kind of food I would have expected anyone to serve my wife, especially while she was recovering after childbirth.
I looked at Hue again.
“Who gave you this?”
She lowered her eyes.
“Please don’t get angry.”
That answer frightened me more than the food itself.









