I'm home

 

I’m cuddled up in a warm blanket after a late breakfast. I’ve eaten more than usual today—my mother insists I don’t eat enough, and she made it her mission to prove her point. I’m home.

After traveling for almost 16 hours, I finally arrived at 6 in the morning. Since then, I’ve been sleeping, only waking up for a hearty breakfast. I might just sleep again.

My mother is sitting beside me, mentioning that the Wi-Fi isn’t working. It turns out the monthly payment was due. I quickly recharge it, and now it’s working fine. She’s happy, scrolling through Netflix to find a movie to watch. She’s settled on one and asks if I mind her playing it without earphones. I tell her I don’t.

She’s taken the day off from work because I’m home.

Now, she’s set her phone aside and turned toward me, excitedly telling me about her kitchen garden. She beams as she talks about how the neighbors have been feasting on her vegetables. The conversation shifts to dinner plans for the evening.

I’m home.