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For a short moment
We sat down at the dinner table. Mum took some potatoes and a peice of meat and put it on my plate. I didn't like meat that much, but i chose to stay quiet.
Dad sat sown to. He still wore his suit and his tie. I looked at mum, she wasn't happy. Dad never came home in time. I started to eat. The potatoes where cold, but i ate it.
Mum started to talk. She talked about what she had done today, and soon we all started to talk.
Then i didn't care about the cold potatoes or the meat, we sat together and talked, that's unusuall.
Dad asked me how my day was.
I lied.I didn't want to tell him all the bad things that happend in school, i didn't want to tell him about my lost book, or my broken pen.
Mum smiled.
i haden't seen her smile for a long time.
Dad smiled to, he probely thougt i had a wonderful time at school.
I hope it would become true.
But then i said a wrong thing.
i told him about what mum and i had done yesterday.
Mum started to talk loud about why dad never where home.
Dad said that he had a lot to do.
Mum said he could do a bit of it at home.
Dad started to yell things about that mum were ungreatful.
Mum yelled back.
Just for a moment.
A very short moment.
We had been a normal family.
For a short moment.

Skriven av: Nathalie Andersson
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