Short Story : ' Calm Before The Storm '

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM When I was young, almost every night was a family night. Whether it was simply my immediate family or as broad as my entire extended family, there was always an anticipated household warming chaos among the night. Such chaos that one became foreign to the act of engaging in a moment of silence, simply to sit back and breathe. Out of every night of the week, Friday nights are the most energetic. Stemming from a Jewish Iranian background, food and Friday have always gone hand in hand for me. My culture lives off of the chilling sensational satisfaction of a warm Friday night meal. As my grandmother used to say, “If there is even one open chair or missing dish at the dinner table, the night has already gone to waste.” It is she who has taught me that no matter how topsy-turvy or backbreaking the night may be, family always comes first. Our family dinners are known for the women never setting a place for themselves at the dinner table, because woman (sadly myself included) equal kitchen at food hour. From the start of 12 years old (not young in my culture), I ha...

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