Thank you

We like to pay people with love. Real Love. That's why in the basket there was a sourdough bread, eggplant spread, oat cookies, a sweet pie, a salty pie and a bottle of wine just to be on the safe side. With the heavy big basket in our arms, we rang the door bell, looking like two overprepared sweet old aunties ready to visit the young niece. The young man opening the door looked at us as if we were strangers, not quite sure what we were bringing him, even doubting to let us enter his house.

'Didn't you know we were coming? We only drop by to give you this'. We pointed our chins to the eye-catching object in front of us.
'Yes yes of course, come in please. We were expecting you'.

Together we sat down on the kitchen table. They poured us a cup of coffee and we ate a piece of the sweet pie. There was silence, we were listening, they had room to talk. The house was quiet and empty. There was still something left that could be filled.

After a brief hour we went home, leaving some of our time, ingredients and attention behind.

They had understood our gratitutde.