You'll always be beautiful

Sunset at Circular Quay

I came home tonight to find my parents still up watching a show they’d recorded earlier. We said hi and I joined them in the living room for a while. We sat together and watched TV, comfortable and comforted in a way that only a family can be.

I shift my weight on the stool and lean towards my mum. She unexpectedly reaches out and smoothes my hair, running her fingers gently through it, turning the unruly ends inwards in a way that does nothing except to tell me how much she loves me.

It is good to be home.