The hues of home sweet home
I went back home over the weekend. It is always good to go back home. It helps you to remember who you are and where you came from. People can be forgetful of the little things that make you appreciate just why you go back.
For me, it was my dad’s birthday. My mom had decided to cook supper for him. And that meant one thing for my sister and me —we were coming by for dessert. We dropped off the ice cream cake, and off we went toward Duty Ferry.