Friday Fictioneers offering (100 words):
We’d seen “normal” families. We would occasionally get invited to parties, barbecues and the like, so we knew how families were supposed to be together; play together and enjoy each other’s company; support each other; love each other.
So Dad built the Rolls-Royce of outdoor kitchens, with oven, pantry, fire-place and even a fountain, in the wood at the bottom of the garden. And we used it a couple of times but we were going through the motions, pretending to be a family. Then the kitchen was left to rot. Throwing money at the problem didn’t address the root cause.