There are two evenings a week my parents don't work. Mondays and Tuesdays.
When I get home from work, I usually find them bustling around the house. My dad is in the midst of the cooking dinner, my mom is picking through this year's green bean seeds. It blows my mind, because if I worked as much as them, all I'd want to do is pass the fuck out on my days off.
On these days, I read or do work in the kitchen. Most days, I'd confine myself to my bedroom and do work there, but lately, I've made an effort to see more of my parents. Going away for school and working out of province has really limited the time I was able to spend with them for the better part of the last two years. And despite being so happy to finally leave home, I've missed them.
The smells of garlic roasted zucchini, white rice, and Chinese-style barbecue duck begin to saturate the room. My parents always make a point of making really delicious meals on these evenings. When the meal is finally finished and laid out on the oakwood dining table, I take a couple of photos before any eating can commence (To which my parents respond: "Ai-yah! This girl! What is she going to do with all those dumb food photos??" Valid question. I blame them for making such delicious-looking food.)
But aside from the time we spend together sitting down at the dinner table and eating, those moments before the meal are precious to me. I'm not quite sure what it is... perhaps it's just being in each others' company. Rarities tend to be appreciated more, I suppose. Whatever it is, I thought it would be nice to document. These are the moments I want to look back on when I leave again.
