Kitchen Table

My kitchen table was in a corner of my living room, which was the nearest place to the kitchen. The kitchen table was equipped with four chairs and had a brownish-red appearance. Every time my mother cooked, she would touch the table and call for us to eat together in the chair. It's strange that there are often many different foods on the table. Every time we went home, we always went to the table to see what it is. In particular, the table also knew a lot of secrets about our family. Whenever we have an emergency, we would discuss it at dinner. The dinner table also participates in many happy moments. If there was anything worth sharing, the family would celebrate at the dinner table. Even I think the dining table knows my mind. When I wanted to buy something, I always test whether my mother agrees with me at the dinner table. I think the dining table really serves as a bridge of communication and can discuss my family's affairs clearly. I love my kitchen table.