By Simone Fux
Since their incident, in lieu of an actual apology, her mother buys her specialty vinegar. A specific, dill-infused vinegar from Germany, excellent for making salad dressings, that you can’t find just anywhere. Every few months, during their weekly visits to her mother’s house—always at her mother’s house—there is a fresh bottle on the counter.
“Oh, I picked you up some Salata.” Her mother gestures without looking towards the kitchen. She’s focused on her granddaughter, the sole purpose for these visits.
“Thank you,” she says. When she gets home, she puts the bottle with the others. There are five now.
Sadly common. Love the way you painted it.
Such complex relationships sometimes. Nicely portrayed.