Dinner
In my family, we ate dinner together.
My dad would put the Reservoir Dog soundtrack he had on CD in the stereo and, we ate together.
The layouts of where we lived dictated if we would have the TV on sometimes.
Phones -- later in our lives -- were never allowed, thought.
Saturday dinners, you share and host. Sunday dinners for family.
If present for the third meal of the day, we eat together.
Many quick meals so everyone can get back to their respective activities.
Some meals prepared with more care, more finesse.
Not enough truly special meals.
But all, eaten together.