Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 83

St. Valentine amy lauren Did I mention Valentine’s Day, and the older waiter who served my girlfriend and me? When asked if he could sprinkle rose petals on our table, like all the others, he could have widened his eyes or muttered ugly words or spat in our food— remember this was Mississippi— but he smiled and peppered rose petals on our table with his wrinkled hands. At the end of the night, he wished us a safe drive home and God’s blessing. We could have been anyone to him. 83