Our waiting smile brightens as the sun sets, we excitedly start eating breakfast, blessed with the renewed bonds between us.
This is my entry for this week's fiftywords, prompt: "change." The challenge is managed by the awesome @jayna and there are many stories worth reading every week.
Renewed Family Bonds
Father retorts. "But this makes Ramadan special. Everything changes in it."
Brother eats my dates. "Even the food becomes better."
I take his instead. "It's a welcome change."
Since we are in Ramadan, I figured I'll write a story about it, so this is more of a continuation of my previous post about Ramadan in a story form. I hope it's good.
This story is based on my family as we spend more time together in this month than the two normal months combined. That and we are already a close family... I heard that some families only know each other in this month.
By the way, if you're wondering how dates can be eaten... As you figured out they're not romantic dates, Palm Date is actually a fruit. Pictured in the post's cover image: Milk and Palm date are the usual things we drink and eat (respectively) at breakfast this month, since it's not the cheapest food we don't eat Date a lot in the rest of the year.
So I don't know if you understand the significance of this month to us.
And I wish to hear your thoughts on the story.