Kearns • The sudden rustling of bags of fast food awaken this once-silent home. Doors start to swing open, because everyone is ready to eat. The new elongated dining table, now a few steps away from the original near the kitchen, has seats occupied all around it. It’s about 3:30 p.m. on a weekday afternoon and the smell of McDonald’s fries and burgers instantly overtake the Afatasi household. The other kids are worn out, drained from early morning summer football workouts, or football practice, or basketball practice.
When the sound of the garage door opening rings nearly every afternoon, it means Audrick is home.