Cherishing Time Together

I was trudging along the sidewalk as I clutched my cousin’s hand, feeling the sun burn across my neck and back. In the corner of my eye, I spotted several pairs of feet picking up their speed, and I assumed we were almost at our destination.

“Are we there yet?” I whined, hoping to catch someone’s attention.

“Almost, we’ve finally spotted the sign over there!” my mother yelled back.

I lifted my head and followed the stretched finger that was pointed at the colorful sign, its words shouting: BBQ Clock. By now, I was salivating with hunger, and my family were all ready to swallow every piece of beef that came our way.

My dad reached the building first and found a little sign attached to the doorknob. I was wondering why everyone was still standing in the glaring sun when I realized my dad was telling us some news.

“This restaurant is closed today. We can’t eat here, but we will have to find another decent place to have lunch,” my dad sighed. 

“Wait, what! Didn’t you check this place on Google Maps? It clearly said that it was open today! I know it!” my mom shouted angrily.

I let out a sigh; my energy had been wasted for nothing and the sign above seemed to be mocking me and my stomach. 

“Why don’t we all just go home and make lunch as a family?” my grandma asked abruptly. 

My family stopped talking crossly and turned to stare at my grandma.

“We are family, yes? So we should have fun together with everything we decide to do. Let’s go back home and cook an excellent lunch as a family!” my grandma chirped excitedly.

In the end, my whole family slaved away in the kitchen, our grandma ordering directions left and right. As a family, we prepared the best meal while cherishing the time spent together.

As I grabbed the utensils, I overheard my grandma saying: “Look at that! Just because plans are changed, it doesn’t mean it will be bad, right? Let’s go stuff ourselves!”