These days, I'm not as generous with every last bite, but I still save the best bits for my nephews, share the first bite with my brother or sister-in-law, or make extra and take some to my parents. I even apply this principle at work -- albeit with my words and time instead of food, since I work remotely. This ritual of care is my constant reminder of how much love Athena showed me I had inside and all the ways I could show it. The last bite is simply a metaphor for our inner light, a demonstration of our capacity to care. And the wonderful thing is the more you share it, the more it fills you up.
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