Hot Soup and Cold Hearts
Language: en
Today is my mother-in-law's seventieth birthday. But instead of seeing the birthday girl sitting at the head of the table receiving congratulations, I saw her hunched over in the sweltering, 100-degree kitchen, spinning like a top to cook for a family of over twenty people. Sweat poured down her deeply wrinkled face, and she nearly fainted several times. Meanwhile, my father-in-law, Arthur, sat in the air-conditioned living room playing poker and cursing. "You old bat, why are you so slow? Are you trying to starve me to death?" My husband, Tom, chimed in, echoing his father. Watching…