She propped her feet on the table, her sister read and brother ate quickly. Their mother and father held each other’s hands as they ate. Both smiled at each other then their children. They were a family on the middle spectrum of being content. They didn’t fight and then again they weren’t the happiest of families.
She picked up her plate kissing her father on the cheek.
“Thanks for dinner dad”
“Your welcome Honey” He smiled at her as she left the table, the rest of her family still eating.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualeIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
