December 15, 2021
Words: Feast
"Supper is served," Mary says, "Help yourselves!"
There lived a carefree family of four in a luxurious two-story house. The wife, Mary, cared for the children and took care of the chores within the household. The Husband, Leo, worked hard to achieve a financially stable budget, a businessman who often arrived home late at night. And the young children, William and his twin sister Lilian, had an unbreakable bond. They would support one another in various activities like studying and playing. They were happy in the bottom of their hearts.
The large circular wooden dining table had a feast waiting on top. A roasted turkey, pumpkin pie, grilled potatoes, and the family recipe of the cranberry sauce. It was the thanksgiving feast. Mary would sit across from her husband, and the children do so as well. It was the perfect sitting arrangement for the family of four.
Leo would praise Mary's cooking by slamming his fist on the table yelling, "My wife's cooking is the best!"
The children would copy Leo and chant in unison, "Mother's cooking is the best! Mother's cooking is the best"
"Now, now, settle down," Mary says, "The cooking you love so much might fall off if you continue to shake the table like that."
The family would chuckle and shove food down their throats, wearing a face of pure bliss. Minutes passed by, the plates remained empty unlike Mary's.
Mary stuffs herself with her own cooking, never leaving leftovers. Each spoonful she eats, tears build up in Mary's eyes until it could not hold anymore, flowing down her cheeks as she takes another bite.