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colmswritings:

I sat down to dinner on the 23rd of December with my mother, my father, and my brother Shaun, with my sister due to arrive the following afternoon. Mum was wearing the dress she normally saved for Sunday lunch, while my brother and father both looked uncomfortable in suits. Dad had never been the type to wear a suit by choice; he wore one to work, of course, but he put on his tie just before he got to the office, and it was always off again by the time he arrived home. It was unusual to see him wearing one in the house, as it was not a compulsory part of Mum’s precious Sunday lunch dress code, but I suspected it was on her orders that he had donned one tonight.

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An excerpt from something I’m writing just now. Feedback much appreciated if you want to read it.