My dad ate alone for 23 years. I thought he didn't like eating with us.

I'm 29M. Writing this at 1:47 AM because I just came back from my village. My dad was a farmer. All my life, he never ate with us. My mom, me, my little sister — we would eat together. And he would sit outside, or in the corner, and eat after we were done. As a kid I asked him once, "Papa, aap hamare sath kyun nahi khate?" He just said, "Tum log khao. Mujhe bhookh nahi hai." I started thinking he just liked being alone. Or he didn't like us. I don't know. I was angry for a long time. When I got a job in the city, I stopped going home much. Maybe 2 times a year. Every time I called, mom would say, "Papa ne pucha tha, khana time pe kha raha hai?" That was it. Always about food. He died 2 months ago. Heart attack in the fields. Last week I went home. Mom was cleaning his almirah. She gave me his old steel plate. It was so small. Like a child's plate. I said, "Itna chhota plate Papa kaise use karte the?" My mom looked at me and started crying. She said, "Beta, wo isiliye akela khata tha. Taki tum logon ko kam na pade. Jab tum chhote the, ghar me kabhi kabhi sabzi kam pad jati thi. Wo kehta tha - pehle bachchon ka pet bhar jaye. Jo bachega main kha lunga. Kabhi bacha hi nahi to ek roti aur paani pee ke so jata tha. Usne tumhe kabhi bataya nahi." 23 years. 23 years I thought my father was distant. He was just hungry. So that we never had to be. Last night I ate alone. I took his small steel plate. I put one extra roti on my plate and left it there. For him. submitted by /u/shahroz_aslam_ [link] [comments]

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