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For about two days my dad has been asking me and my sister to recommend a place to eat out. I didn’t give him much attention. I asked him what for, he was mumbling something long. I thought he was asking for a place to treat his guests. I’m not one of the people who eats for pleasure, who hunts food at every corner in the city, so I told him he asked the wrong person (though I’m sure my dad knows this). I didn’t give him any answer.
By the time I was clued in, it was already D-day —my sister’s birthday. I remember the occasion, but didn’t get that he was going to take us out for dinner. I didn’t feel like going. I wasn’t tired nor busy. Actually I felt like going out tonight, but not birthday dinner out in some restaurant. My family were never this type. On a special occasion we usually stay home, cook ourselves, eat and crack jokes the rest of the night.
Maybe he wanted our family to be like other families. Maybe his friends do these things, I know my friends’ do. Maybe he got the idea that his sons and daughter would somehow feel normal if we do what other families do. Unfortunately, I don’t find that idea appealing. I don’t want to eat out with my family at a restaurant. That would take away the warmth, which is the whole idea of a family dinner in the first place. Some waitresses will attend us, not my sister handing us the ketchup or my mom scooping some foods into our plates. My dad wouldn’t tell me to get him some water, which strangely I enjoy during family dinner. We wouldn’t be able to tell stories and call one another names because doing it loudly would bother people and doing it in whisper would kill all the fun.
I decided to save the night. I offered them dinner at home, instead. It doesn’t matter what we eat, we can have something delivered. That way we can have restaurant meal but keep the blast of each others’ companion. That turned out to be an idiotic idea. That idea offended my dad and I found it out too late. He was so looking out for the dinner. He even had my sister to take Rai, whom she has being seing for four years but we still know nothing of.
That was a good lure. My dad and I always have this idea that one day we will make him sit with us and give him hell just for fun. And this dinner, where his presence my dad well-planned, sounds like all-you-can-eat of both foods and pranks (it’s just wouldn’t be Rai’s night, that night). I agreed to go.
As I waited the coming hour, I read a book. That damn book was lousy, I fell asleep. I woke up and found my family left without me. I think they went thinking I was still not in the mood for the offer. Seeing me asleep, the skip the the idea of bugging me. That’s what I think they thought, bugging me. Now I feel guilty. By the time they got back, I went into my room. I really didn’t have the right word to straight things out. I can’t believe what an asshole I must have been to my sister.
By the time I was clued in, it was already D-day —my sister’s birthday. I remember the occasion, but didn’t get that he was going to take us out for dinner. I didn’t feel like going. I wasn’t tired nor busy. Actually I felt like going out tonight, but not birthday dinner out in some restaurant. My family were never this type. On a special occasion we usually stay home, cook ourselves, eat and crack jokes the rest of the night.
Maybe he wanted our family to be like other families. Maybe his friends do these things, I know my friends’ do. Maybe he got the idea that his sons and daughter would somehow feel normal if we do what other families do. Unfortunately, I don’t find that idea appealing. I don’t want to eat out with my family at a restaurant. That would take away the warmth, which is the whole idea of a family dinner in the first place. Some waitresses will attend us, not my sister handing us the ketchup or my mom scooping some foods into our plates. My dad wouldn’t tell me to get him some water, which strangely I enjoy during family dinner. We wouldn’t be able to tell stories and call one another names because doing it loudly would bother people and doing it in whisper would kill all the fun.
I decided to save the night. I offered them dinner at home, instead. It doesn’t matter what we eat, we can have something delivered. That way we can have restaurant meal but keep the blast of each others’ companion. That turned out to be an idiotic idea. That idea offended my dad and I found it out too late. He was so looking out for the dinner. He even had my sister to take Rai, whom she has being seing for four years but we still know nothing of.
That was a good lure. My dad and I always have this idea that one day we will make him sit with us and give him hell just for fun. And this dinner, where his presence my dad well-planned, sounds like all-you-can-eat of both foods and pranks (it’s just wouldn’t be Rai’s night, that night). I agreed to go.
As I waited the coming hour, I read a book. That damn book was lousy, I fell asleep. I woke up and found my family left without me. I think they went thinking I was still not in the mood for the offer. Seeing me asleep, the skip the the idea of bugging me. That’s what I think they thought, bugging me. Now I feel guilty. By the time they got back, I went into my room. I really didn’t have the right word to straight things out. I can’t believe what an asshole I must have been to my sister.
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