Was dinner time a place of love, safety, and belonging where your heart was filled up just as much as your stomach?
Or was dinner time a place of loneliness, sarcasm, and the sound of forks scraping plates?
I learned how to eat fast at our dinner table. The faster we would eat, the sooner dinner would be over. My siblings and I each had to share three things about our day. Once we figured out we could work the system, our responses became shortened to three words about our day. “Tired, busy, good.”
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