Last night, we went out to eat at Olive Garden. My 79-year-old mother chose to sit at the corner of the table, where she felt more comfortable and had extra space in case she needed to get up during dinner.
As our food arrived, I was talking with my 15-year-old, who was seated across from me. I turned to my left to check on my mom, and what I saw completely took me by surprise—our server, Susie, was gently cutting my mother’s steak.
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