A shared meal

Seeing this prompt is bringing back the memories of when my family was complete and I miss those moments when we would all gather at the dining table with different meals on our plates, now it isn't about the food alone "the food is important as well" but then it's about the people that surround the table.

It's about the people we love and the people who love us in return, the people who don't discriminate against us despite knowing the wrongs we've done, they always stood by us like we are the most precious thing that ever happened to them.

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I can remember growing up when my sister and I would enagge into hitted arguments and sometimes we would find ourselves fighting and no doubt the one with the lesser power will always bow to the one with the highest power and you might be wondering the one with the lesser power "well that is me" that doesn't mean I'm not strong though. I can be strong when I want to be, just that my strength doesn't come when I need it the most.

After the whole fight, being on the losing end, I would frown and my face would be like someone who just swallowed a frog. Then the food is ready because we always have every meal together, Mum would gather everyone on the dining table. The worst part my sister and I would be right opposite each other. At the beginning of the meal, I won't say a word because of the anger inside of me. And mum, on the other hand, would ask what happened. I wouldn't want to explain because I knew that in the process of explaining, I would cry.

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But then mum would insist, and I would start that explanation that would lead to me bursting into tears. Because my sister was older, mum would caution her in my presence and make it feel like I was right just at the moment though. Then my sister would look me in the eye and say those magic words "I'm sorry", at that moment I would see butterflies dancing in my stomach like there was a party going on.

I believe in the statement that says "a family that eats together stays together" but then to an extent though. I know undoubtedly sharing a meal at the dining table thickens the bond that a family shares, and then it isn't all about food, though, it all boils down to the memories that would be made, the laughter that would be shared. The jokes that would be told, even though some aren't funny, but then we would find ourselves laughing so hard, as if our lives depended on it.

But then thinking that those moments would actually last forever then "boom" life steps in and shows you that family won't live together forever. The quest for greener pastures would come, and the family is likely to separate. Then, after a while, they would start visiting and creating those memories again. Trying to build what was already there and make it stronger.

Thanks for reading 🧡