We’d sit here exactly at six every night. If you missed dinner Ma would put up a fight. We ate what she cooked an couldn’t complain. Her meatloaf or stew was always a pain. all six of us sat at this table every night. Dad to my left and mom to my right. A typical family thing to do. But now it’s something new. Now all the kids eat on the go. Our where abouts Dad doesn’t even know. Mom still cooks with hope we’ll come eat. But it’s just her and five empty seats. A family now split in two. dinner at six we no longer do.