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niallprideaux

New Year\'s Eve:

The scent of roasted meats and vegetables laced with thick plum red wines fills the air.

The gnashing sound of teeth chattering and tongues rising and reclining behind them in conversation with the occasional booming laughter of fathers and uncles bursting out before quietly blending back into the tide of voices.
Kids running around after the family pets, the family pets playfully biting one another, rolling and patting, pouncing and huffing, inviting to play.
Mum places the deserts out on the already messy table, splatted with meat gravy and berry sauces: “deserts are ready, everyone!” she announces.
The kids fall asleep in front of their devices, the screens lighting up their faces like resting angels and the dogs carefully rest beside them.