My Salute to Ladies

I had a relative who was famous for his hospitality. He would frequently invite guests and treat them royally with hearty chat and great food. People would visit him often with warmth or with need. Nobody left his house but with a smiling face. Even if somebody lands up unanounced late in the night, the guest would be greeted well. My relative would offer meal and his wife would start all over to prepare the meal. With all young sons and daughter-in-laws not yet there, she had to work all alone.  Knowing the reputation of her husband, she would get down to serious cooking. Guests would be treated to sumptuous meal. They would go to bed thanking the husband. Nobody would bother where the great meal came from. Was it God-sent or was it cooked by somebody at that late hours. Still all alone, the wife would quietly clear the plates, tidy up everything, before switching off the last light. She would retire tired. She would be tired but happy. Happy that guests liked her cooking. Happy that her husband and his guests were happy. She would close her eyes, with a smile on her face.

My salute to her ...... to all the ladies like her. Like silent soldiers, their hard work have kept many a stomachs roaring!

Since raising my hand for this salute, the first time, I dont swich off the last light till I clear the last dish, clean the last piece and tidy the last item. I am the last one to retire. All of us, smiling together, all the way.