the kind of Sunday.

it's not the perfect Sunday ever.
but i think i will get better as time passes.

mum called and asked me how have i been these few days.
i told her that i miss her, very much.
and i am glad that you called, mum :)

i feel like going home and be home today.
siblings are probably be out at this time.
mum is probably taking a nap in her room.
sunday afternoons, my usual talking time with dad, in the living room.
we will just talk, about everything.
i just miss it. right now, right there.

and...i don't feel like leaving anymore.
leaving this place where i call my home.

home.
i want to be home.