"A Dysfunctional Dining Table" by Roshna RusiniyaThe dinner was set on the table exactly at 6.30 pm. Mom put the big bowl of salad in the center and the sixteen-year-old son contorted his face in frustration.
Daughter, on the other hand, smiled widely, leaned forward and proceeded to scoop a big heap of leafy mixture onto her plate. But Mom pulled her hand back forcing her to sit down. She glanced at the empty chair opposite hers and rolled her eyes at Mom. Mom moved to stand near the kitchen door, peeking at the oven every now and then. A cough drew her attention back to the table and she was relieved to see the only empty chair finally occupied. “From today onward, no one will behave belligerently in my house,” Dad declared while adjusting his big frame to fit into the small wooden chair. Son looked up from his phone, let out a loud yawn and went back to playing PUBG. “Oh! I have to finish this book by tomorrow,” Daughter said to no one. Mom wanted to ask what ‘ belligerence’ means, but got distracted by the oven timer. The dog came, knelt down near the table and waggled his tail. “At least you care!” Dad beamed with pride and went back to eating his dinner. ‘Until tomorrow’... everyone else whispered together.
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