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“Let’s go home”, he says. I know exactly what he’s saying before I take a beat.
What is home?
That’s a silly question. Home is
Home is
The sun is setting, the blinds are half closed. He stretches and yawns, obscene. Genuine. Relaxed. At ease.
What’s for dinner? Let’s order something. He will change into pajamas and we will watch some stupid pottery competition on the tv. If he falls asleep on the couch, I will pull the blanket over him. What a brat this guy is sometimes. He looks so peaceful sleeping. Disarming.
He smiles. “You coming?”
Home is,
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