Atmosphere of the Home
When my mind goes blank and the wind breathes a cloudy speech bubble, and I start to reminisce: I remember--not my favourites per se, but--some of my most fond memories and recollections; and a lot of it comes from a place of dining. My dad sitting with his back at the living room at the masters seat, my mom either beside him or at the opposite because she's the one that sits last and gets up to get whatever her children needs, while me and my sister occupy the sides of the rectangular or oval table. One memory I recall was, during one regular school morning, we woke up and took a bath; a normal occurrence; and sat at the table to eat our normal meal. Sometimes it was bread and Milo, sometimes, it was oatmeal, but most of the other times it was still oatmeal. In my memory, I just sat there and ate. That's it! That's the entire scene. It's not always a memorable memory and I don't always remember what happened, what we talked about, or even what day, month, or year...