It feels like home. When I get here I’m told my room is set up, the same room I’ve claimed since I was seven/eight. We stay up most of the night playing catch up. There is always a snack left for me in the fridge for lunch. When he gets home, I get to choose what dinner is, and we watch t.v. while we eat.
Family is home. It always is. Now I’m going to watch food network, drink a Dr.Pepper, and play some Sims. VACATIOOOOOONNNN