Thursday, February 07, 2013

Home for Lunch

As he stepped out of the car, he could hear his father in the backyard, shouting for Gladys to bring out the extra barbecue sauce. His cheeks became wet with every hesitant step towards the front door. Before he could even life his hand to ring the doorbell, the sweet chorus of dogs barking and people shuffling began. *DING DONG* A million pairs of eyes greeted him as he was ushered into the living room. Without even a second to put his bags down, he was in the center of his family's embrace. He couldn't stop crying as the timer went off, for it wasn't the alarm waking him from the dream of getting home but the announcement of a home cooked meal being complete.

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