My mother was born and raised in Sri Lanka, the oldest of 12 children.
Her mother Iris spent most days toiling in their kitchen. The children would watch her as she would sit on her grinding stool and shave fresh coconut from the yard. She made miracles happen to feed every hungry mouth in the house while always leaving an open seat at the table. She kept it open for anyone that might happen to visit, a strangers walking by, a vagabond or beggar in need of some generosity. This legacy of sharing, especially when there is not much to give has lived on through her children and grandchildren around the world.
There was always an open seat at the dinner table at our house growing up, as it was in Sri Lanka.
And this is our family's tradition, and we've been blessed to have the opportunity to share it with you and our new village in Petworth.