Exceptional Friday (part 2) I stop at the door, it's quiet inside and I can tell that from the absolute silence that I can't hear a pin drop. The door is locked from the inside and I have no other choice except knocking repeatedly and shouting aloud, "Mom!" hopefully that someone will answer and make me feel at ease. All of a sudden, I hear a laughter coming out from inside the house. Now it's clear for me that a villain has done something cruel to my family. The door unlocked unexpectedly, and I jump onto it with all what I've got of power to break in. This furious rush makes me lose my balance and fall to the ground unable to refrain from going round and round like a car's wheel. I regain my consciousness in the wake of my mom's soft hand helping me to get up from the ground. After she lays me on my bed, brought me a cup of water and some kind of herb to cure my injury, she asks me, "I told you so many times not to be late, where were you? And why are you running home?" It's a long story to restate, but since nothing has happened to my family and couscous as well, I grin at mom and say, "Have you eaten couscous or not yet?" With a friendly smile she stares at me and retort, "Well, now I know what makes you hurry back, so get yourself ready and I'll put your beloved dish on the table." Enjoying this special dish with family members is absolutely a fever pitch, a joie de vivre, a state beyond imagination that most of the time makes me wander to a world of fanatsy.