7 August 2012
Walking in ,is a warm smell of Jalepenos, tomatoes, and onions.
The smell as if it was of grandma's cooking ; it drifts you away from reality.
Voices everywhere around the television ,as well as, the dinner table.
Hugs coming from everyone around you even all the children as they try and hug your leg.
Looking outside the door is a bright ray of sun shinning though out the backyard.
In you head you know that home is the best place to be.
Sundays at Mom's • Opuss № I