The Empty Chair at Sunday Dinner
A free B2-level English story for language learners, readable online in English, with an option to listen via the free Storyteller app.
Dara finally invites Kenji to her mother's disapproving Sunday dinner table after a year of keeping her relationship and her family apart.
Every Sunday, Dara's mother set the table for six, even though only five people ever sat down. The sixth place had been empty for a year, ever since Dara had started dating Kenji and stopped bringing anyone to dinner at all.
It wasn't that her mother had said anything cruel. She hadn't needed to. A single raised eyebrow when Dara mentioned his name had been enough. A pointed question about "his people" and "his plans" taught Dara that the easiest solution was to keep the two halves of her life apart.
Kenji had noticed, of course. He wasn't unreasonable about it. But after a year of being introduced to Dara's friends, and never once to her family, he had started to wonder what the silence meant.
"I'm not asking you to fix your mother," he told her one evening. "I'm asking whether you think this is ever going to change, because I need to know if I'm waiting for something real."
Dara had rehearsed a dozen answers to that question and had never once said any of them out loud. She should have brought it up months ago, before the question had to be asked for her.
The following Sunday, she called her mother and said she was bringing someone. Her mother went quiet on the phone for a moment, long enough that Dara nearly took it back.
"Alright," her mother finally said. "Six o'clock. Don't be late."
It wasn't a warm invitation, but it wasn't a refusal either. Dara had learned by now that with her mother, those two things could look almost identical.
Dinner was tense at first. Kenji answered every question carefully, and her mother asked several she clearly hadn't planned to ask. Halfway through the meal, though, her mother laughed at something he said, quickly, as if it had surprised her too.
Nothing was fully resolved by dessert. But when Dara looked at the table, the sixth chair was finally being used, and for now, that felt like enough of a beginning.
