Coming home.
i took off my shoes by Danielle Moler The house has been different of late. Felt differently, too. It seems empty although it isn’t. Mom has been in the US for quite some time now. We sisters manage having the house all to ourselves, looking after ‘home’ stuff and, well, of each other. Now, waking up everyday brings thoughts I would hardly entertain if I were in another time in the past, particularly in smaller pajamas. Childhood was colored with morning cartoons and playing outside and discoveries that made my young self giddy with wide eyes and little, grand episodes of whoa-look-at-that tugging of somebody else’s shirt. It was a carefree time. And I didn’t even know you have to pay for cable tv, and that there are such things as credit cards. Sometimes I wish life was as simple. Now, I’d open my eyes in the morning and reminisce about how things have changed—the ceiling looks closer, the furniture are smaller, and I don’t have to jump anymore or stand on my toes to see myself