The family of four sat around the dinning table for lunch. I, my brother and our parents.
Mom had taken her time in the kitchen making lunch. Salad precisely; and by salad, she'd taken her time in making the three types we knew. Fruit salad, protein salad and finally green's. And it was left to us to make a choice.
I expected my brother to go for nothing other than the protein's; anyone could feel his impatience as he scooped the rich mixture of tuna fish, chicken and beans. He wasn't a huge fan of veggies but he didn't mind the few pieces of carrots and cucumber in it. I made the same choice as his, as I gracefully scooped mine in contrast to his own manner.

I couldn't wait to savour the exquisite taste (as it is my mom's handwork) of the simple dish. I watched as my mum made a choice of the fruit salad instead. I was hoping she'd go for the green's; but I guess today's different.
She carefully forked pieces of the diced fruits into her mouth and I was tempted to have some of it; but I was getting full with my choice already.

We turned to my dad, awaiting his choice but he wasn't picking any.

“What? Is there a problem?”

“No. I'll have the spaghetti instead” came his reply. Spaghetti was prepared as dinner and we expected him to go for the green salad. Afterall, it has all his favorites (tomatoes, lettuces, and cucumbers); but since that's what he wanted and my mom clearly wasn't in the mood to bicker, she served him a plate and we all resumed eating.

We had expected him to feel like a salad at a barbecue; but the old man didn't give a care in the world as he devoured the pasta. It was his choice afterall.

I could say we had a peaceful lunch

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