BLAKE"Blake, come inside; the food is ready!" I heard my mother yell for me. I quickly packed my toys and took them inside before going to wash my hands and then joining my mother at the dining table. My plate was already served, so I climbed up onto the chair and comfortably sat down. The house smelled warm, like stew and something sweet baking, the kind of smell that made a small boy's stomach growl before he'd even sat all the way down."Did you wash your hands?" my mother asked me. I nodded as I dug into the food she made. Then the door opened; my father came out of the room, ruffled my hair, and sat down. He took a spoon before starting, "I'll take Blake on an outing again after the meal," he said, taking a spoonful of rice."Oh, where do you guys normally go? Can't I come?" my mother asked."No, it's boys' time. I take you out too sometimes," my father said with a smile.My mom smiled back. "Alright," she then turned to me, "did you have fun last time?"I glanced at my dad befo
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