Greetings dear Hiveans!!! As the story time continues, hope all are busy framing stories for conclusion. If you wish to be a part of this interesting story, kindly click this linkSitting at one corner of the dinner table, I suddenly understood what home really meant. Each time I used to sit for eating with my parents and siblings, I was the one who kept nagging and finding faults in the food ... it was too spicy, less sugar, over salt tasteless etc. Never did I bother to answer their questions or chit chat with my family whenever something was asked. And never did I bother to keep back my plate in the wash basin after eating, despite being laid on table by my sibling neatly before eating.