It was a blisteringly hot day during the 4th of July weekend and it had just started to rain. I had been invited to the lake by a group of my best friends and I was incredibly happy to be there...for the most part. By this point we had been just six teenagers stuck in a lake house together for two days in a house together. Don't get me wrong we are best friends but some people in this group have bigger personalities and are more vocal than others which can lead to tension between us. Later in the afternoon things were said and tempers were running high and we had all found ourselves alone in separate rooms accompanied only by our thoughts and the looming threat of things we wished would've gone unsaid. Just as we began to get our attitudes in check we heard a voice call from upstairs signaling that dinner was ready. That is one thing none of us could resist no matter how upset we were we could not pass up a meal (that is one of the many reasons why I love my friends). A meal of grilled chicken and macaroni and cheese was set on the table and we looked at each other with sorry looks on our faces. Just as we sat down something almost magical happened, we started talking, not just talking but enjoying each other's company again and just like that we were brought together. It is amazing what a good meal can do, it can reunite people and stop fights in there tracks. That was a key moment that weekend where we all looked around and could agree we weren't just friends, we were family.
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