While growing up I remember dinner time was, like in the film, family time. After school my mom would pick my brother and I up and we would go straight to our rooms to do our homework. My mom usually gave us a snack until my dad got home so we cold eat dinner. After dinner, my dad would go back to the store to close and we would go about doing our own things. When I was older my mom started teaching me how to cook. My favorite part was making tortillas. Something about making them seemed to bring us together. We weren’t much of a dessert family so that was never an issue and we were taught that everyone picks up after themselves. We were each assigned a day to do dishes, but my mom was always the one who washed the pots and pans
While growing up I remember dinner time was, like in the film, family time. After school my mom would pick my brother and I up and we would go straight to our rooms to do our homework. My mom usually gave us a snack until my dad got home so we cold eat dinner. After dinner, my dad would go back to the store to close and we would go about doing our own things. When I was older my mom started teaching me how to cook. My favorite part was making tortillas. Something about making them seemed to bring us together. We weren’t much of a dessert family so that was never an issue and we were taught that everyone picks up after themselves. We were each assigned a day to do dishes, but my mom was always the one who washed the pots and pans