i scoot into my assigned seat quietly then shift the plate of food slowly around the table below my mouth with my bestest table manners that i can mustard as i look at mama then stare at my thick pile of turkey above the two slices of red tomatoes , a entire bed of green lettuce as the white mayo drips like a leaky faucet down the both sides of the fresh white loaf bread since daddy fixed our lunch today using his college engineering skills like hes building a bridge not feeding a picky teen as i smile lifting the heavy sandwich to my face and ask softly .