My wife has left office for home, I hope she has an umbrella.
Home is the place I always look forward to by the end of the day. My elder daughter would smile and shout for me, come running to give me a big hug. I would carry her in my arms, ask her what she did today. She would then gladly tell me.
Home... it is a sanctuary... it is a glimps of heaven.
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