Part deux to my "The Art of Making Friends"
Hung out with mom this morning and over breakfast she told me how she occasionally goes to lunch with another church goer, let's call her Diana. Mom barely speaks English. Diana doesn't know a lick of Chinese. Yet... they're able to communicate to a point where Diana would take mom to a pancake / breakfast after church. They'll have small talk and by small talk, it's the size of Ant Man (subatomic, at the end of Ant Man and Wasp). They'll communicate via Google Translate! Simple. Light. No expectations. No strings attached.
The pastor also invites mom out for lunch - Italian. Mom always says "No." Her reason being, "早餐好快完。 食意大利餐太耐喇."
So sweet. To invite a near stranger to break bread. Our generation, we've lost that art. Diana, what an {{angel}} .
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