I had many words that were inching— no, rushing— their way out of my mouth
Now it was ruined, and I was so upset. All I’d asked my son to do was to season the salad. But he’d ruined it. I wondered if he’d done it on purpose.
I watched as he took the lemon juice and the pepper and poured it gently onto the salad. I watched as he took the box of salt, the special salt with the diamond-shaped little crystals. I watched as he opened the spout and tried to pour. It wouldn’t budge. I watched as he shook the box and attempted to pour. The salt was all caked up inside. And then I watched, in horror, as he shook the box with all his might, and a mountain of salt formed on top of my beautiful salad.
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