There are a couple events that really make me want to be closer to my family: being sick (had a cough for a week) and Sunday lunches. I miss having mom to buy me sprite and bring me crackers to eat when I napped on the couch under a blanket watching terrible daytime tv. I swear that couch had magical healing properties.

Sunday afternoons are always lazy-time at home when you’re full of a tasty lunch and just play cards, read, or pester siblings to mom’s irritation. All to the sound of dad’s puffing-sounding snore.