Walking down the cold, winding stone stairway, I entered the dining room where I saw my father and brother playing with their food. The banquet table was full of fruits and baked goods, but was primarily meats. There were roasted birds, hogs, and cows. I watched as my father took a huge bite of mutton. "Good morning, my daughter!! Did you sleep well?!!" said my father with gusto.
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