As a little girl, there was no place in the world quite like my grandparents' home. It wasn't just a house; it was a haven of noise and laughter. The warm, welcoming aroma of my grandmother's cooking always beckoned us inside, and the old dining table was the heart of our family gatherings.

 

One of my fondest memories of those visits was the after-dinner ritual of playing "Boy, Girl, Animal, Place, Thing" with my aunties. It was a game that brought us all together.

My aunties were the architects of this magical game.

 

I can still hear my Aunt's infectious laughter as she cautioned me not to cheat.

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Soon, the table would be filled with an array of imaginative answers, each one more absurd than the last.

 

My aunties, with their infinite patience, nurtured my young mind.

 

Those evenings around the dining table were priceless.