As another Wednesday evening wound to a close, my family and I gathered around the kitchen table like a pack of hungry wolves. Everyone except Helena. She was always last to arrive at the table. We hurriedly shuffled plates back and forth among each other until everyone had received a heaping portion from each dish. Everyone except Helena. After filling our plates, a quiet hush fell over the table as we filled our stomachs. Everyone except Helena. She nervously chattered with only the smallest serving of food on her plate relatively spotless. Everyone except Helena. …
