Unspoken hint of nightmare

Mom asked about my future and broke the silence while we were waiting for the dish.I told her i'd like to be a meritorious journalist just like her.She said:"As journalists, our thinking modes usually effected by the elders' teaching, as if we are standing right above their shoulders, as if they can broaden our sights and we can receive sth even better." Just then she was finished the very last word from the line that i was earnestly indulging for my mom had always been a very inspired journalist to me, grandma was like,:"Piteous darling, owns a verbose mama."Then i was mumbling to myself with my head down and narrowed eyes on my new pair of strappy heels with laced up detail from Dorothy Perkins saying "button up old grouchy,senile lady,you are no better".Then, reluctantly put a sham smile on my mouth and take a sip of my tequila. Dad was brilliant, he started a prayer at the crisis "..................................in Jesus' name we pray, Amen. Now, let's dig in!"We sat at our usual table as our grandpa had ordered it earlier before the dinner begun.We ate a la carte.The first dish was a plate of pate de foie gras.However,there was a huge strange quirky of atmosphere during the dinner.The melancholic aunt(She married to an errant husband last week,oh did i said "filth"?i meant a liar too) . Beside her,the dumb Uncle Hugo who smuggled a gun into the prison inside a cake just to salvage an undeserved convicted friend inside and an aura of animosity between two cousin brothers had driving us crazy.Not to mention, the pagans in our family that gabbed during the prayer.Sigh.Mom spoke again, this time was to grandma, a spasm of cold wind blew, the kind you could only feel it on a battlefield where every soldier holds their swords and start to attack the opponents.I was too concentrate on my

sorbet and i barely heard what mom could have possibly said to arouse grandma's anger till she needed to stand up her feet, off her seat to hit the table.

Of course, the fine pair of HOTHEADS were making the rest of the attendants lost psyched about the dishes. The ladies seemed to have that demonic thirsts for powers.So, I ran for my life before i couldn't, before an out-of-control-squabble actually begun.Unfortunately, i was thwarted by my bothersome cellphone that rang as cleared as a bell right at the nick of time.You'll see, when it's something about you, you can't get to run away without a hitch.