Stuffed Pepper Surgery

Visiting my dad and stepmother yesterday. My stepsister made them both a nice stuffed pepper plate. It was good to see my stepmother eat again without neuralgia jaw pain. She had just had the nerve deadened and was feeling better. It was fine to hear her happy voice again. And it was especially nice to see my dad cutting the stuffed peppers meticulously into the tiny pieces as if he were doing delicate surgery, bringing the knife back and forth until the pepper was into pieces that my stepmother could eat with the least effort. That was a little episode I am thankful to have witnessed. I am glad to have such an act of Ἀγάπη in my mind.