My cousins in the Philippines sent photos of their mini gathering a few weeks ago and it made me miss them and being around family so much. That, along with friends celebrating Lunar New Year with their inherited and chosen families, inspired this free write:
At this kitchen table This kitchen table is the beginning and never the end. New friends are welcomed here. Old friends have cried here. We yell and laugh here, at this kitchen table. This kitchen table has endured coffee spills and knife cuts. It has heard its share of tsismis. It holds the weight of a family bickering about money, careers, bad behavior. Holiday meals have been served here. Ordinary meals, party buffets, merienda prepared by grandparents, the occasional snacks and beer. Stories have been exchanged here. Stories are being written here. Lives are being lived here, at this kitchen table.
three generations 