FAMILY LOVE

I sat down on the sofa, taking in the familiar surroundings. It was like a snapshot from my childhood, preserved just as I remembered it. As i waited for my mother to return, I took a deep breath, letting the comfort of the moment wash over me. After a few minutes, my mother returned with a photo album in her hand. "I've been keeping a record of your life, even while you were gone," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I want to show you all the pictures I've taken over the years."

My mother opened the album, and I was immediately transported back in time. There were pictures of my childhood home, my first day of school, my first pet. I turned the pages slowly, soaking in every detail. As i reached the end of the album, I felt a pang of sadness.

"What's wrong?" My mother asked, noticing the change in my expression.

"Nothing's wrong," I said, looking up at her.

"It's just... it makes me sad to think of all the time I've missed. All the moments I wasn't here for."

My mother nodded, a soft look of understanding on her face.

"I know what you mean," she said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"But you're here now, and that's what matters. You can't change the past, but you can make the most of the present." I took a deep breath, letting her words sink in.

"You're right," I said, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. "It's good to be home." My mother smiled, and for a moment, everything felt right in the world.

“Now let’s go to your room so you can take a rest while we prepare for dinner,your father should be home by then” my mother said

"That sounds perfect," I said, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I followed my mother down the hall, feeling like I was a kid again. My room was exactly the same as I remembered, down to the posters on the wall and the books on the shelf. I sat down on the bed, and it felt like I was being wrapped in a warm, familiar embrace. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to rest and recharge.

As I laid there, my thoughts drifted to the last time I was home. I remembered the feeling of familiarity, the comfort of being surrounded by the people and places I knew and loved.I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, my mind filled with memories and nostalgia. Just as I was about to fall into a deep slumber, I heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Dinner is ready," my mother's voice said, pulling you back to the present moment.

I sat up, a wave of hunger washing over you. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until that moment.

“I have to take a shower mom,I’ll be there in a bit”I said

"Of course," my mother replied, understanding i need to freshen up.

"I'll keep your food warm for you." I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over me and took a deep breath, feeling the stress of the day melt away. I let the water run over my head, and I closed my eyes, taking a moment to relax. I finally felt like I was home.

“Sandra,your dad is home”my mom’s voice echoed the room and I quickly rush out of the bathroom to my closet

I hurriedly got dressed, my heart still pounding in my chest. As I made my way to the door, I opened the door, and there stood my mother. She looked at me, a mixture of concern and relief on her face.

"Are you alright?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm fine, just a little startled," I said.

My mother gave me a sympathetic smile. "I understand, it's not every day that your father comes home early."

One thing about my father is that,he hates waiting or someone delaying him.I can remember when I was in high school,my dad always wants to take me to school but because of my one day lateness he stopped and I had to take bus to school till my graduation day

I could feel the memories flooding back to me,the frustration and disappointment of those early mornings still fresh in my mind. I had never been a morning person, and my father's impatience had only made things worse. I remember the relief I felt when i finally got my own car, the freedom it gave me to be in control of my own schedule.

I looked at my mother, who was still holding my hand, her expression softening.

"He's a bit of a stickler, isn't he?" she said, a knowing smile on her face.

I nodded, a wave of nostalgia washing over me.

"I know he can be difficult," your mother said, squeezing your hand. "But he loves you, you know that right?" I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. You knew your father loved you, even if he had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

"I know," I said, my voice was a little shaky.

We walked towards the stairs and I could see my sad sitting on one of the couch,his face didn’t change.just some wrinkles as I and mom walked into the living room, I noticed my father's stern expression. He was sitting on the couch, a newspaper spread out in front of him. He looked up when he saw you, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“My Princess”Dad smiled and stood up to hug me

My father's words caught me off guard, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I smiled, returning his embrace.

"I missed you too, Dad," I said, my voice a little shaky. I pulled away, and my father gave me a warm smile.

"How about we have dinner together, just the three of us?" he said, his eyes shining with excitement. I nodded, unable to hide my own excitement.

"I'd like that," I said, feeling my worries melt away.

"Great, let's get started then," My father said, his enthusiasm contagious.

"Let's make it a special night, just like old times." I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the prospect of a family meal together. I followed my father to the dinning, my mother close behind.

The dining room table was set for three, with my father's favorite dishes laid out in front of me.

There was lasagna, salad, bread, and a bottle of wine. I sat down, and my father raised his glass.

"To family," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "May we always be together, no matter what life throws our way." Mom and I raised our glasses, and the three of us clinked them together.

"To family," I said, my voice cracking with emotion.