This is a publication based on the suggested topic proposed in the Hive Learners community through their discord, which on this occasion is "Family Dinner".
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Welcome, my dear reader and member of the Hive Learners community.
Today, I come to talk to you about the proposed topic, which is family dinner.
In my case, this is quite a delicate and difficult topic to discuss, as I have been living alone for many years and do not have a family, wife, children, or relatives, as they have all passed away.
I have made my life solitary by choice, not due to life's circumstances, but because I like to be very independent and I am happy with the life I currently lead.
But to talk about being more family-oriented, I look back to the times when I had a family and we had a dysfunctional family dynamic due to various problems and differences among family members.
Our family unit essentially consisted of three people: father, mother, and child.
I have always been an only child because my mother had issues with infant matrix and couldn't have the opportunity or the chance to have more children.
Adopting was not an option because we didn't have the economic means to adopt.
But I remember when we had the opportunity to sit at a table and dine together.
To be honest, the only times I recall this happening at home were about two or three times, and I was very young. I remember we had a round wooden table that we still have, and we would sit, especially during Christmas time, with ham bread and all the traditional foods, to converse and dine at the table.
This took place in the home where I live, where I have spent most of my life, which is where I currently am.
I remember we talked about how delicious the food was and about the things we did.
However, this is a vague memory, and because it happened so few times, it is not very clear and well-preserved in my memory.
It was a time when I was maybe 12 or 13 years old, many years ago. I am talking about an event that occurred more than 40 years ago, so my memory is not very clear about that moment.
I do have clear memories of other moments where we didn't have dinners but did have family lunches because we used to visit my grandmother's house every Sunday.
We would visit my grandparents who lived relatively close, about half an hour away from our home, and my father would always drive us every Sunday to have lunch with the grandparents.
Sometimes my cousin and sometimes my aunts would be there too, and we would share a family table where we would talk.
My grandfather always talked about how I was doing in school and about the foods he liked to eat, which were foods from his Jewish or Hebrew tradition.
My grandfather is a step-grandfather of Hebrew nationality, and from his part, he would tell us about the sweets and special cookies he would buy for my cousin.
My cousin was diabetic and needed to eat special cookies, and I remember those special cookies were always placed on the table.
And well, I have those memories of those cookies that I believe were called "pasover matzos".
Special cookies for people with diabetes. Today, I remember them, and I remember they had a very simple flavor.
They were like "club social" cookies in appearance, but in taste, they were very strange, like soda crackers but very odd.
Well, I have those memories of when we sat at the table and talked about the food. They are memories from many years ago.
And well, I want to tell you that for me, talking about this topic and writing this post has been very painful and very difficult because when it comes to posts about family-related topics, which I don't have, it is very hard for me to address this type of topic.
Unfortunately, I have to do it because my obligation to survive pushes me to create this content and talk about these things, even though I don't like it, because I need to earn a living since this is how I make my living.
This is what I can tell you about my experience with family dinners or lunches that I remember in my life.
Thank you very much for reading me, and I invite you to continue enjoying my content.
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