Ever since I can remember, I would always eat dinner together with my family. I honestly think there is less than five times that I have eaten dinner by myself in my room. Even when there is no one home, I still eat my meals at the dinner table. I love the 30 minutes we spend together during dinner. We talk about our day, the latest family "chisme" (or gossip), and eat good food. That's why I think I'm more like a kitchen table than a coffee table. I appreciate the time I spend with my family and close friends. My mom always says, "Las penas con pan son menos" which is a Mexican saying that means, "Worries with bread are less". I correlate the comfort of my mother's meals on a bad day with the kitchen table I'd eat them at. Sometimes, I just drink Diet Pepsi alone at the table, just to bring myself a little bit of comfort. I also kind of wish I was those type of people with a comforting energy. The type of person where even just being around them automatically makes you feel better. That's the kind of comfort I get from my dinner table, from being with my family. But when I think about coffee tables, I think about having guests over. People who you like enough to open the doors of your house to, but not necessarily share a meal with them. Sharing a meal seems more intimate to me. You're inviting someone to join you in a necessary action to keep you alive. You don't really need a conversation over a coffee table three times a day. I really value most of the people in my life and value the time I spend with them. The time spent eating food on a kitchen tables seems more valuable to me. That's why I am like a kitchen table more then a coffee table.
Word Count- 322
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
7- Dayanara M - Kitchen Table Moment
Ever since I can remember, I would always eat dinner together with my family. I honestly think there is less than five times that I have eaten dinner by myself in my room. Even when there is no one home, I still eat my meals at the dinner table. I love the 30 minutes we spend together during dinner. We talk about our day, the latest family "chisme" (or gossip), and eat good food. That's why I think I'm more like a kitchen table than a coffee table. I appreciate the time I spend with my family and close friends. My mom always says, "Las penas con pan son menos" which is a Mexican saying that means, "Worries with bread are less". I correlate the comfort of my mother's meals on a bad day with the kitchen table I'd eat them at. Sometimes, I just drink Diet Pepsi alone at the table, just to bring myself a little bit of comfort. I also kind of wish I was those type of people with a comforting energy. The type of person where even just being around them automatically makes you feel better. That's the kind of comfort I get from my dinner table, from being with my family. But when I think about coffee tables, I think about having guests over. People who you like enough to open the doors of your house to, but not necessarily share a meal with them. Sharing a meal seems more intimate to me. You're inviting someone to join you in a necessary action to keep you alive. You don't really need a conversation over a coffee table three times a day. I really value most of the people in my life and value the time I spend with them. The time spent eating food on a kitchen tables seems more valuable to me. That's why I am like a kitchen table more then a coffee table.
Word Count- 322
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