The morning light streamed in through the grand dining room windows, casting a soft golden glow over the table where the family gathered. The scent of fresh bread, honey, and fruit filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of tea and coffee. I looked around, seeing the familiar faces of Ralph’s mother, his sisters, and a few relatives. It was a small number since the others were at war, but the presence of family gave me a sense of belonging. It has been a while since we gathered. We sat together in the rare quiet of the morning, a moment of peace I knew I would soon miss. I watched as everyone was busy with their breakfast, the small talks, the smiles exchanged, the little fights from Missy’s twins who sat across the table and Ralph’s mother scolding them but it didn’t always work.
