It was a deserted building, which I thought I had a lot in common with. I was divorced; some of my children were depressed. I felt like I was failing as a mother. Worse 1, I became jobless.
Something of the building attracted me inside. It was the words: Life is2; eat dessert first. The fifty job application forms I sent out brought3. I couldn't4to eat out, but when a friend or relative would5me, I always ordered dessert first.
One time, my sister Chris and her husband Mike took us out for my birthday. In the restaurant, I saw a three-inch6chocolate rose. "I'll have that," I told the waitress.
"That's not7; it's just decoration," she said. Mike8himself.9he came back, a waiter arrived with that rose. "Mike! Thank you so much!" I said.
10, luck led me to a great career. And I could afford to buy myself dinners —-still ordering dessert first.
I made a new friend, Audrey. We started having11together every Monday, with dessert first. We never12out of things to talk about. We had the13attitude.
Audrey was full of wisdom, and I shared my faith with her.
Later, Audrey's14weakened and her health gradually15. It became more difficult for her to get16. However, we17to our Monday lunches, with dessert first, until a few weeks before she died.
I decided not to let the dessert-first tradition die. So I had dinners regularly with my granddaughter. For me, eating dessert first is about18change and living in the moment. And in those moments,19its uncertainty, we will find how20life is.