I whirled the spoon around the inside of the ceramic bowl waiting for my dad to finish filling his bowl and take a seat. He walks away from the stove with the pot of soup, pulls out the chair and sits down then pulls it back close to the table. He was a religious man and so before every meal we bow our heads in prayer. In unison, we say amen and begin to eat. I fill my spoon with hot soup but befo...