14 Writers 1 Prompt

My father cuts fruits for us every day, without fail. At 9pm we munch on slices of pear and watch Japanese news because it's the only channel worth watching anymore. The cat ignores me yet again to lie down in front of the TV. Sometimes my mother makes a disparaging comment about Japanese fashion being weird, but that's fine. It's still fun to watch. This is what family is to me, I guess. An uncomfortably hot evening spent in silence again and again. No grand gestures, just plain old routine. That's what families are built on, anyway. A routine that repeats and repeats and before you know it, a quiet love is forged.