It is called fine dining. She has her assigned place at a table with two gentlemen, Mr. L_____ and Mr. M____. She is given choices for food selections at lunch and dinner during the times she dines in the dining room. Her choice of a particular meat, vegetable and starch. I see her gazing ahead trying to take in what the aide is patiently saying as the choices are given.
Then she looks up into my eyes and asks, "What do I want?"
"Chicken or beef, Mama?"
It is always the first food choice mentioned that she chooses.
Quickly in my brain I am offering what I remember as her favorites first. It is good that she has these choices.
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It's lovely she has you there to show her the way, and wonderful to know some choices are still within "her" power.
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