After dinner, Father leaned back in his chair, a sparkle in his eye. "Let me tell you about the time I chased a chicken into the schoolhouse," he began. The children leaned forward, already smiling. Emma giggled at the funny voices he made, and Ben tried hard to keep his soup from coming out his nose. Mother shook with quiet laughter, her shoulders rising and falling. Ms. Clara clapped her hands at the punchline and let out a warm hearty laugh that filled the kitchen. Even the dog under the table gave a happy bark. The family laughed together, and the room glowed with joy. That night, no one wanted dinner to end.