The Forgotten Art of Being Present: Why Family Time Became a Casualty of the Clock
The dinner table was never just a piece of furniture. It was an altar, a staging ground for the small dramas and quiet revelations that woven together form the tapestry of family life. It was where you learned that your father had a funny story about his boss, that your sister was nervous about her math test, that your grandmother once had a different name, in a different country, in a different life. It was where you were seen, not as a student, a teammate, or a future adult, but simply as a member of a small, flawed, stubborn tribe called family.
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