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FAMILY DINNER
I sat down at the dinner table, the TV was playing away, as is the tradition for such occasions. Occasions like dinner.
Uplifting baby talk songs from the various commercials before the news made the atmosphere even more upbeat. Everyone
was smiling and nodding at each other. In the past, my sister foolishly did not hide her melting weight, which had
led to unpleasant emotions within the family. Now she knew better, and always chose her garments so that they would
stylishly and subtly hide her anorexic thinness. The same for me - I used to be very sloppy in hiding that I was
stoned, but after a number of 'talks' I realized it is much more prudent to hide the symptoms from the family.
All it takes is a little will power really. Mother's bulimia was also well managed - she only puked in the
toilet in the moments in which the TV or the radio drowned out the sounds of her retching. She did
not want to worry us, bless her heart. The last time I rummaged through her things to see if there
is any money to be inconspicuously stolen, I saw that she was now on two types of anti-depressants.
Oh well - in love, war, and keeping smiling all is fair, as they say. Dad is also on anti-depressants,
but weaker ones - he is a tough fella, and does not really need such mamby namby things like 'happy pills'.
He's got the bottle after all. Old school ruuules! He's probably got 5 more year to live because of the liver.
Dad tried the potatoes and told mother, that they are a 'bouquet of tastes'. Mother smiled happily
- the potatoes were made with the special garlic sauce shown on TV. I smiled happily.
Sister smiled happily. A normal happy family, in a normal happy town, in a normal happy world.
Emil E. Daynov
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