I love evenings at the cottage, when
the sun shines through the windows
and casts light on the floors, walls
and furniture. I don't know why it
always makes me feel safe. Maybe
it's the image of the sun coming in
to our little house and dancing on the
walls when I was about 4. My mom
and dad talking in the kitchen, my
little baby brother playing in his crib
and me sprawled on the wood floor
of the hall, trying to catch the sun
in my hands. No fighting. No empty
pit in my gut. Just pure bliss while
I listened to my parents laughing
and my baby brother babbling, while
dinner cooked and the sun shone.
These were the best of my days at 4.
~ Chy
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