K so don't think i'm retarded but I can't really think of a word for it so I'm asking you all. My son has to tell the mood of this little paragraph and I am no help....
Amadeo, please set the table, said Signora Fellini. Amadeo put down his book and sighed. He knew better than to ask his mother what was for supper. Gone were the days when she would give a different answer for each evening of the week. Now supper was always the same: a soup made of chopped cabbage and when they were lucky, handful of scrawny carrots and a pinch of salt. Amadeo got some comfort from knowing his was not the only famuily reduced to this meager wartime diet. No, people all over Italy were suffering, not just those in his hometwon of Lecce.
i would say the mood was melancholy and reminiscent. sad ( melancholy) about the way things are going now , and remembering (reminiscent) of the way things used to be.
