AMONGST THEM


They were here for an afternoon.

I drew up my legs under me. I wore an old, faded shirt. Held my hair up haphazardly in a bun. We ate with our fingers. There was no being any other but myself.

We spoke about family like only family can.

There are things we simply cannot replace, no matter how unfamiliar it is to get reacquainted with familiar ways in an unfamiliar place.

It's a touch of home.