Home used to be somewhere where there was Ma, Baba and warmth waiting to envelop you and protect you. And Bushu. Wagging his tail in welcome even at 2 am, when everyone else would be asleep.
Where you would be offered, sometimes forced, at least a cup of tea when you come back from work. Where Ma knows exactly what I like to eat, and what I don't, and cares to soften the blow of cabbages or pumpkins with a fried egg (or not). Not what you think it is... sometimes laziness inspires the creative BEST in you... at least that's what I believe!!
Monday, December 12, 2016
That feeling of home
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