I know it’s summer when I look around and see an empty house. It feels strange to have the place to myself. The garden is not used – even on nice afternoons, there is nothing fresh in the fridge, books are untouched, toys are neatly stacked and the dining table has not seen plates for days. My brothers have been staying with me occasionally, watching football and movies.
This photo, taken back in May, is what makes a house a home. One’s loved-ones surrounding one with joy and laughter. I am truly blessed and I thank God whenever I remember.