Why I Regret Not Realizing The Importance Of Family Dinners As A Kid
Originally published on Unwritten by Kelly August.
Two hours, one dessert binge, and a bottle of Pinot later, my Danish host family and I giggle softly at the joke my host dad just made. The soft glow of the moon reflects off our wine glasses as I try and forget about the amount of reading I have due for tomorrow. But that's not important right now, no. Each recount of our days, the laughs at smudged translation, and the sighs of satisfaction from a home cooked meal make this moment more important than anything the four of us need to do for tomorrow. My host mom retrieves another bottle of wine, and my host sister pulls out the Danish version of Monopoly. When another three hours have passed, the house echoes with playful jabs and arguments about who owes whom money and where to build more hotels. Time might stop for no one, but in Denmark, time waits for you while circled around the dinner table.
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Two hours, one dessert binge, and a bottle of Pinot later, my Danish host family and I giggle softly at the joke my host dad just made. The soft glow of the moon reflects off our wine glasses as I try and forget about the amount of reading I have due for tomorrow. But that's not important right now, no. Each recount of our days, the laughs at smudged translation, and the sighs of satisfaction from a home cooked meal make this moment more important than anything the four of us need to do for tomorrow. My host mom retrieves another bottle of wine, and my host sister pulls out the Danish version of Monopoly. When another three hours have passed, the house echoes with playful jabs and arguments about who owes whom money and where to build more hotels. Time might stop for no one, but in Denmark, time waits for you while circled around the dinner table.
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