Someone invited me to a Persian dinner party. They enjoyed the process of making and presenting the food. All who hosted were attentive and wouldn't let me clean up afterward. What stood out was the connection we all felt, like that of family. Was refreshing to see family recreated so far from their core paternal base. I made the right decision about my parents.
I was the only one who washed my hands or use an unused fork to serve the food. I didn't mind, but I wonder if anyone realized how great I felt to be a part of something so important.
Thanks Azi
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