This prompt is interesting,it brings back memories of our visit to Chicago every year. It was my husband’s favorite city,he trained to be an ophthalmologist there. He sponsored his brother to U.S . so he could have a better future. But that’s only an introduction of my fear of doing dishes every morning while we were visiting his family.
Every morning we found dirty dishes in the sink on the counter,they were everywhere. The first morning of our visit, I was amazed to see the dishes lying around unwashed. We were dying to have a cup of tea,believe me there wasn’t a clean cup in the cupboard. My husband said,” let’s wash them it won’t take that long.” We started washing dishes,it took nearly an hour,to say that I was annoyed would be an understatement. Finally we got them washed,while the lady of the house was taking care of her beauty sleep.
It was the same thing each morning,maybe we didn’t understand she was telling us indirectly we were not welcome. My husband adored his brother we had to stay for three weeks. Then we decided if we bought them a dishwasher things would be different. We did buy the dishwasher,it made no difference,now the dirty dishes were in the dishwasher and more in the sink.
Was she sending us a message,she sure did but my husband was completely oblivious of this fact,”You are not welcome!”