There is one room in the house in which there are no doors. At least that's how it is in my family. At my parents' house this room has just one table with two stools, but there is plenty of space to lean against something. At my grandmother's house, there is a huge pile of chairs, a huge pile of games, and the counter is cluttered with homemade goods, mismatched Tupperware, and multiple sets of salt and pepper shakers. At my uncle's house there are no chairs in this room. We don't sit, we stand, despite there being a whole other room in the house dedicated to sitting. The kitchen. We eat in it and prepare large meals. We shove the whole crew into the kitchen. We talk, we yell, we laugh and cry in the kitchen. The kitchen is never clean, at least not fully and not for long. There is always a stray crumb or one single spoon in the sink. And we stand there for hours.
