Going home exhausted from literally everything, not just in a physical sense
Then as you open the door, someone from your family, be it distant or not, tells you they understand you.
And as you fall forward, they come closer to lock you in a sincere hug, no underlying motives, nothing plastic; simply understanding.
And you're finally able to say "I'm home".
Just imagine that.
Just imagine that.
YOU ARE READING
trashcan (literal trash)
Non-FictionYou will lose your faith in humanity if you read this. *grabs a Connie Springer* ((last few chapters were written in a not-so-good phase of mine, sooo...))
