I Hated Our Rigid 6pm Dinners Until I Realized They Were Secretly Holding My Family Together
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed six times, and seventeen-year-old Camden knew exactly what would happen next. His mother’s voice would call from the kitchen, his father would emerge from the home office, and his younger sister would reluctantly pause her homework. Dinner was served at 6 PM sharp—not 5:59, not 6:01. For years, … Read more