Pizza! 

Last night, a group of us went out looking for a place to eat, preferably pizza. At first the search was not producing, but then we stumbled upon a small Italian joint that was starting to close up. They happily brought us in, took out orders, and served us some delicious pizza. Once we had finished eating and paid, the restaurant was ready to close down. What made this spot interesting to me, from what I could gather while eating, was that it was run by a family. The cooks, who seemed to be the mother and father, were now out on the floor waiting for the final cleaning to be finished by their daughters. They were laughing, but obviously tired and ready for the night to end. This stuck with me because what turned out to be the last resort for food turned into something more, seeing the bond between a family grown by working together.