Family Meals

Growing up I don't really have a recollection of family meals. My mother was a career woman and she was hardly ever around. I mean, physically my mother was always present as she worked from home but she was always in her bedroom writing her heart away. She was always working on strict deadlines and no one was allowed to speak with her when she's in there writing. My dad, on the other hand, was hardly ever home. He worked every day until he decided to turn into a drunk monster and break his leg after which time he turned into a couch potato and pretty much took over the lounge and watched endless shit on the telly.
My brothers and sister all lived in boarding houses in Manila and later on went to university and I hardly ever saw them. I have no memory of my parents eating together either, let alone of them eating with me. Sometimes when my brother came home for the weekend from Univ, we did eat together but he always read a book whilst eating and he did not like to be talked to when he is reading - which was all the time. On the other hand i remember eating with my sister when she came home for the weekend from University which wasn't often at all but when she was around we made the most of it. My sister is ace and I looked up to her growing up. She truly is my original best friend and she made sure we had quality time together when she did manage to come home for some weekends and holidays, and that included meals together.
I suppose this is the root of my strong desire to make sure Scott associates meal times with good times with the family. Perhaps I want him to grow up in a house where family meals is the normalcy and a chance to tell each other how our days went. I never really imagined myself to become a parent but when I was younger I told myself that if I ever did become one, I will make sure that my child gets the things I never had. This is one of those things.