The money wasn't the sad part. It was that my grandmother couldn't get another chicken for dinner that late of the day. Because of the part of the country we were living in, supermarkets were limited.

Like all other grandmothers, she would never give up trying to find a solution, to make everything better and make sacrifices for the family. This one sacrifice she made was she walked about 2 miles to her sister's house to get green cabbage and salt fish for the dinner. No one knew she left to get the cabbage and cod fish.

In the end we all had dinner. Even though they were still mad with me, we all enjoyed the food that she provided that day, in spite of how it all started. My grandmother was always the hero, doing what she did best, coming through in the end. I can still hear my grandmother saying, "Don't you touch that fowl again when you come a da country again." (Don't ever touch the chicken when you come down to the country).