FUN DAY OUT

The same day, we got back home and talked ambling through the front door, "welcome baby" dad was seated down at the dinning room table sewing our eyes to him, "good evening dad" I said, "goodevening uncle" Tina shoves me out of her path seated next to him.

I took a few steps closer and sat at the next available seat there, while mom strolls out and placed a bowl of rice at the table, "Tina, please go into the kitchen and get me the second bowl" she tells on, as Tina ran in per mom's command.

"Here you go ma'am"  she placed another bowl, that contained the eye sauce at the table as well and rushed back to sit-down.

"Let's pray?" Dad says as we all jammed our hands together, eye closed, and the minute we finished praying, my phone rang, which gained everyone's attention over to me.

"Boma, it's a bad habit to pick your call when you're on the table". Dad frown at me, thus looking at his face, I imm