What is it like to have dinner with your family every night? Fun, right? Stealing food from your sibling's plate when he is gawking at a sports channel or Pokemon on the TV? Or stuffing their plates with vegetables and dry fruits in a curry you hate? Then he would do the same, and war might break in that your mother couldn't handle, so your father would have to step in to, of course, take my side and try to stay at his wife's side, not wanting to be thrown out of their room! These were what I had always wanted in my life. To experience what I used to hear from my friends in school. The appointment with your family wouldn't be required to see my family, and my father would return after taking a break from his wildlife documentary or photography career, and my mom, too.
But life. . .happen
