A Piece of Cake
"Come over here." I could read her lips moving to the three words as she gestured with her hand for me to walk over to her.
I walked over, looked at her and said, "Yes M what can I do for you today?"
She pointed to the two pieces of cake in front of her and said, "I want
to share the cakes with you. You take one and I will take one."
She smiled.
I was touched by her kindness. It was a birthday celebration for her
and other seniors today and she wanted to share her share of her
birthday cake with me.
I smiled and said, "Thanks for your kind
offer of the cake M they were saying that I am fat *pointing to my
tummy* and I need to go on a diet. I can't eat the cake. Please have
it."
She laughed and nodded, picking up the cake with relish.
I went away and a few minutes later, she waved at me again and gestured for me to go over.
I walked over and she said, "I want to share the cake with you. I just
had one. And there is another piece of the cake left. I want you to have
it."
I smiled at her and said, "Thank you for your kind offer M
they said I am fat and I need to go on a diet. I can't have the cake.
Please have the cake."
She smiled and nodded, picking up the piece of the cake with delight.
I was touched. I had never expected it.
It was clear. She
was happy about the birthday celebrations and she was happy eating the
cake. I was touched that she had wanted to share her happiness with me.
She may have forgotten that she had offered me the cake twice. Perhaps that is what makes it all the more emotional for me.
I am humbled and grateful for her kindness. The moment, her kindness makes my work in the nursing Home worthwhile.
Maybe to others, it is just a piece of cake, but to me, it is more than just a piece of cake.
May all be well and happy.
With love and kindness
Simple Bear 04.12.2016.