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You're interrupted by a familiar voice. It's faint and far away but you can make it out, “Come and eat, dear!”

You fix your clothing, dressing in something presentable: a plain t-shirt, a light jacket and jeans. You eye your desk for a moment and catch sight of your smart phone and your wallet. You quickly thumb through the wallet and count 50 dollars cash. You pocket the two items before walking into the kitchen. Your eyes open wide as you take in the sight of your whole family.

Your father is sitting in his “head of the household” chair. He is a 44 year old man with lightly greying hair and is ruggedly good looking for his age. His natural hair color is a few shades darker than yours and he is clearly in shape, though not a hunk or anything. He's wearing his Saturday get up: a sweater vest pulled over a white long-sleeved shirt and tan slacks. He's reading the newspaper and looks up over his reading glasses at you as you stand in the doorway. You remember he was a pretty good father: stern, but understanding and helpful when he's around. But like a responsible father, he had the most obligations and had the least time to spend with the family, meaning the good that he did in your life was too infrequent to help you with your many problems. He was a lawyer for a big law firm and eventually moved up to be a district judge. You recall that your mother affectionately calling him Jim, but know his name to be James.

Your mother, Judy, is busy moving around. You focus on her as she moves from the kitchen counter, to the stove top, to the dining table. Her white high heels click with every step she takes and she carries herself with a feminine grace that very few women are able to. She has a way about her that you've always admired. She is stunningly beautiful, even at the age of 42. She can be and is often mistaken for a women in her late twenties. Her hair is pulled into a bun and a white apron covers her yellow sundress with white polka-dots. You can't remember a single instance where your mom obsesses over her looks or even work out, but she's fit and trim with tight skin. She does has some motherly fat on her, but it's all in the right places and only adds to her appeal. You remember she was an amazing mother. Always attentive, didn't pick favorites and caring. You feel a bit sad when you remember that she dies when you're 22.