By Summer Bull

It's funny how good food can make you forget your worries.
Your parents are getting divorced, but you’ve got that buried.
Feeling dizzy from the wine, you can’t keep yourself in a straight line,
But making a fool out of yourself is your last worry.
See, your family has always been tight-knit,
Or at least that’s what you thought until you came home for a week,
Under the false pretense of some family fun,
You wish that talk had never even begun.
The tears stream down your face in despair,
As your heart is broken by the one thing you never thought you had to beware
Through all this pain, you realise one thing,
Your brothers are more important than you could have ever imagined,
Despite the pain and the fear, a good thing appears,
Because good food can make you forget your worries.