For my mother, my sisters and me, quality time together was spent reading. Yes, the four of us sprawled on sofas or wherever, each with our nose in a book. Forget shopping, just pass out the Harlequins and leave us alone.
One Thanksgiving, my father realized that we were all missing. One by one, we had left the rugrats in the care of the dads and made our way to the haven of mom's bedroom. No kids. No noise. Dad found us, lined up across the bed, books in hand.
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