Finding Understanding at the Family Table 🍽️

At my husband’s family gathering yesterday, I quickly noticed — there wasn’t a single thing I could eat. I whispered to him that I was starving. He smiled softly and said, “I’ll eat quickly, then we’ll head out.”

I tried to stay calm while everyone else enjoyed their meals. Then, his aunt noticed and kindly offered me a burger.
“Oh, I don’t eat meat,” I said.

She froze. Then, almost embarrassed, admitted, “We thought it was just a phase.”

That moment explained everything — no one had made something for me because they didn’t understand. For a second, I felt hurt… but I also saw honesty.

So I explained why my choice mattered, how easy it was to include one plant-based dish. They listened. The tension faded.

By the end of the night, his aunt promised, “Next time, I’ll make something special for you.”

And that small promise meant everything.

Because inclusion doesn’t always come from big gestures —
sometimes, it starts with one conversation around the dinner table. 🥗