IVOR
I reached home after half an hour. There, there was an emptiness that I cannot fully explain to someone. at home, I feel like introspective, like the house was only an empty frame to house the thoughts I have. At home, my thoughts have voices, they can explain and scream and complain. At home, the echo was louder... especially now when the house is one person emptier.
"IVOR! My son! You didn't even say you're coming home." – Dad rose forward to hug me as soon as the door opened.
"sorry Dad, just thought of it last minute."
"well, come in. I just came home from the farm. I got fresh sweet potatoes. Let me boil some for you." – he was all smiles, and then I heed his invitation.
