I never left the table.
Even when everyone else left, I stayed.
From when I first sat at a table as a toddler, till now at sixty-four years old, I stayed when everyone else left.
It wasn’t and isn’t a conscious thing I do, I just do it. That’s me.
It was always about disagreements. Family would get up and leave, and leave somebody else behind.
I always stayed with the one left behind.
Even when the one left behind left, I stayed,
even as a child, alone in the kitchen, everybody else in bed.
Finally, I’d climb down from the chair at the kitchen table. I’d look in on the one everyone left.
When I knew everyone was sleeping, I’d go to bed, leaving the kitchen light on.
I’d wake up in the morning and everybody was fine.
Even now in my mind’s eye I saw and see myself always there.
Always at the table.
Though someone could say I was alone, I never felt it, not for one second.
I don’t feel it now. And I still do the same thing.
It’s just me and the way I am.
© 2017 by Chef Sharon Davies-Tight, artist, author, animal-free chef, activist