Rotiter: A narrative of nostalgia for the days when houses were smaller, but hearts were closer.
Lunch on old Fridays; When the aroma of mom's food and dad's voice were all our happiness.
How quickly those days passed when happiness was neither in wealth nor in luxury; Happiness was the simple table on which the father sat, the mother took food in her loving hands, and the children gathered around the table enthusiastically.
According to Bulletin News, for many of us, Friday afternoon wasn't just lunch; It was a memory of love, peace, intimacy and family. The days when the aroma of mother's food filled the whole house, the sound of stories was heard on the radio, and father's presence was the encouragement of the house.
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