“Grandma! Dinner ready?” they exclaimed, pointing to and rubbing their stomachs.
She nodded with understanding, pointing to the food laden dining table.
They gathered around the table, voices loud and grating. What were they saying?
“Eat, eat,” she shouted, speaking aloud the only word she knew.
Sounds of chewing, swallowing and slurping.
Then, the eating was over.
“Thanks, Grandma!” they shouted, rushing out of the door.
Smiling, she waved them off.
They don’t speak the same language, but food speaks to and for them all.