The cars lined the street in front of your house.

Our shoes lined the wall next to the door.

Your back was to us as we entered the kitchen, filled to the brim with food and family.

We spilled out into the living room, over-encumbering the furniture, resorting to a seat on the brick of the fireplace.

Brought together by holidays, connected always through blood, the stories and laughs echoing off the walls.

Your smile cracking through the pauses, beaming into each of us your collective warmth.

Your nurturing hands, cracked and weathered themselves, resting on the table in front of you.

You rest your eyes, only for a moment.

You’re dreaming of home now, open the door and see your brother, hug your mother too.

Remind each one that we love them.