I didn’t want to make a scene, but the hunger was hard to ignore. A little later, his aunt noticed me and kindly offered a burger. I smiled politely and reminded her, “Oh, I don’t eat meat.” She suddenly froze, as though she had just remembered something important.
After a long pause, she admitted, “We thought it was just a passing phase.” Her honesty surprised me, but it explained why no one had prepared anything for me. At first, I felt a small sting in my heart, but then I realized this wasn’t done to hurt me. It was more about a simple misunderstanding within the family.
I explained to them why my choice mattered, and how easy it could be to include even one plant-based dish. As I spoke, they listened with genuine interest. Slowly, the air in the room shifted from awkward to warm.
By the end of the evening, my husband’s aunt promised to make a veggie dish next time. I thanked her, not just for the food, but for making me feel considered. That moment reminded me that family is about learning to see each other clearly.
Inclusion doesn’t require grand gestures—it often begins with small steps. And in that home, surrounded by love, I knew things would only get better.
