We hear Dad's deep voice calling us down from the living room. We rush down the polished wooden stairs, our footsteps echoing softly against the banister. As we reach the bottom, the warm aroma of roasted chicken and garlic wafts through the air, making our stomachs growl in anticipation. In the dining room, we see Dad meticulously arranging the dinner plates, his focused expression showing how much he enjoys these family moments.
Mom, with a gentle smile, carefully places a vibrant green salad in the center of the table, the colourful vegetables adding a cheerful touch to the scene. The soft glow of candlelight flickers, creating a cozy atmosphere as we gather around, ready to share a meal. Just then, Bella stamps down the stairs, screaming, "What are we having for dinner, Charlie?"
"We are having roasted chicken and salad."
She sat down with a huff, grasping some salad.
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