I may be an old-fashioned woman, maybe things are different now, but I don’t believe that they are. My mother never told me, if you’re going to visit a relative, take some presents… she didn’t teach me that. But in me it sits like two times two, from where I do not know, maybe internal self-education, taken from books, movies, plays.
On Saturday my husband’s cousin came to visit. He came for a very good reason – the funeral of a native uncle, but not from our side. Called in advance, we agreed that we would take overnight, that they did not have to worry about lodging.
The three of us arrived with our son and daughter-in-law in the evening. I cooked dinner, roasted a whole pan of meat, baked vegetables, salads, and so on. My husband got our homemade infusion. We sat down to toast to the reunion, we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. Then I put everyone to bed and in the morning I made breakfast – cheesecakes with sour cream, sandwiches, tea, coffee.
Then they left for a funeral, brought my brother to us from the funeral, and the young people went into town to see the sights. We arrived at eleven o’clock in the morning, loaded my father, and went home.
Everything seemed to be fine. But they came to us empty, they didn’t even bring anything. My husband’s father, now deceased, was my brother’s godfather, and his wife, i.e. my mother-in-law, lives with us now, and my brother knew about it. All right, God, we won’t be poor, but he could have brought a box of chocolates. She was waiting for it, she looked out the window all Saturday. She even shed a tear, she was so touched.
This is what I would have done. All the children and the elderly – delicious, cake for tea, be sure to souvenir, for example a magnet. I would have thought about what to buy for whom, what kind of gifts.
To all other things, I would have brought linens, well, that the hostess after us not to wash. Do not carry in the hands, threw in the trunk, and the end with the end.
They are not poor people, if it were like this, I would not be outraged. My brother is a rare guest here, but he’s always empty. Other times okay, he was sent here on a business trip, he would come on Sunday night, get drunk with his husband, and on Monday I would take him back.
All the time he was telling me how they were catching fish, and how much fish of all kinds. I wish he would bring me ….. to visit, but I don’t want to go, and my husband doesn’t really want to.
Don’t think that I feel sorry for the food there, that’s not what I mean. When my son came to pick up his father, his wife didn’t even get out of the car and say thank you for the welcome. How’s that?
Really, it’s not a pity about the food, it’s just unpleasant, you’re all wide open, and it’s as if you were used and left. Or maybe that’s what you should do. It’s not for nothing they say insolence is another blessing. But this is definitely not about me.
