Everything is perfect in this family. She was beaming as the dad fried the battered shrimp he spent the day cleaning and marinating. The mom was mixing the potato salad together with relish, mayonnaise and chopped tomatoes. She had stewed the potatoes from early this morning before she beat them soft. The daughter, that was herself, washed the dishes and drank her tea. She was a part of this routine, a beautiful symbiosis of family.
But she is growing. She is learning to be on her own. As picturesque as her parents dancing to Frank Sinatra blasting from the kitchen radio as they cooked was, she would go. It was time. But someday she would have her own family and it would be just as perfect.
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