Someone told me when I was just young, that no matter how hard life is, the most beautiful thing you can have is a complete and loving family. I still can't understand the meaning of it back then, but now? I agree with her.
Seeing my father enjoying the night with mom is a memory I need to treasure. They are sitting on the couch, laughing with each other with their favorite movie. While I am here, smiling at them while leaning in the stairs.
After my bonding with Dad, we went to some food stalls to eat our favorites and then to a supermarket to buy ingredients for the dinner, because he will be the one to cook. Mom already asked me to come down, but I can't walk towards them as I want to see them still, from afar.
