Crystal Camp Fire (part 1)

And the game begins.

Here is your first campfire topic:

What has been your most memorable meal in your life? Tell us
about the experience and what has made it so memorable.

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It was a saturday or a sunday of january 1993. I turned out 25 years old a few days before, and my whole family was at my parent's place to celebrate my quarter of the century ! : my mom and dad, my brother and his wife, my nephew who was 4 and my niece who was still a baby.

The lunch was good, my dad was a great cook but he wasn't talking too much , my mom was worried about something too ; and as usual my brother's wife was talking, talking, talking....

It was a very long meal, i remember that I blew my candles around 4 or 5 pm.
A few minutes after eating my birthday cake, my dad told us that he had to go to work ; I was disapointed but not very surprised (he always worked a lot)
My mom walked with him to the door of the appartment, as I was playing with my nephew.
She came back in the dining room a few minutes later, sat on a chair, and started to cry.
My brother immediatly took her in his arms, made eyes contact with his wife so she understood that she should take the kids in one of the bedroom.
My nephew asked me : "why is grandma sad ?".
The only thing I could think about, while my nephew and the baby were taken to another room, was : //Ok, players, this is very selfish, I know// "cause this is a way to focus the attention on her, trying to create more drama in the family, HELLO ! this is MY 25 y.o. birthday, don't try to ruin it, my father leaving for work and my mother crying ; Mom, you better have a serious reason"

Then my mom announced to my bro and I that our dad was seeing another woman, for several months, that she wasn't younger than my mom, and that she was a very old friend of the family...

At this point, I didn't realise how much this confession from my mom would have changed my life later. (such a long story !!!)

I knew that my dad was bored with my mom, I knew that my mom was careless with herself.
I guess that I was expecting that one day or another. (adultery is kind of part of the French culture ;-) )
I was only shocked that my dad left my birthday's meal, lying to me, to meet his mistress (yeahhh, more selfish thoughts)

this is not memorable in a good way.

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