Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Grandma’s Home



 It was all brown and clean; even the dust and dirt were scared of going near. It was where our summer memories lay. We grew up to embrace Grandma’s home, where the food was always hot, the cool aid always chilled, our manners were in check and neighbors lavished pastries at our arrival.
Grandma’s home lives in our memories; it is where we always long to go, home to us as a family; a safe haven where the hustles of the city are forgotten and we are safe in the arms of Grandma’s home.