—-Greece 4th century B.C——
“Ophelia, Dinner!” Mom shouted at me from the other room.
I stood up from my desk. The sun shined warmly on my face. It was winding down after a long day. I pushed away from my desk and stood up. I stretched my limbs and walked toward my bedroom door.
I made my way down the hallway. Every couple of meters was a small window showing our small courtyard. We were a wine family, living only a few hours away from Athens, we made an assortment of wine and sold meat from our farm to make ends meet.
We were lucky to make as much money as we. I dressed in nice dresses and even owned some jewelry. I walked into the large Gynaeceum. A long wooden table in the middle had been set with plates, our two servants were piling food onto them.
My mother was at the head, and my two sisters were at either side. I took my place next to her and relaxed.
Dinner tonight was fish, some beef, and a myriad of vegetables. It was rare to see.