It rained the whole day last Friday, and out of the blue, the boy decided to come home that morning. He sent a text message to his father while we were having our morning latte. He wanted to be picked up after his classes later in the day.
Usually, he would tell his father early in the week when he plans to go home on the weekend.
The mister would be home so late in the evening that I knew he'd be tired from work, so I offered to drive in going to Baltimore. That's about an hour of driving in the rain on the freeway.
I do not hate long drives except when I am on the wheel, and hate it more when it's during the evening, and hate it most when it's raining. Ugh!
In my heart, I had to grab this chance when the boy still wants to come home as often as he could.
I know that time will come when our children will be too busy with their careers, and in the not-so-far future, with their own families. Coming home might be a once a year thing, or maybe very seldom if they will live so far away from home.
I was probably driving for over two hours. We were caught in traffic due to an accident on our way there.
My right leg felt numb when we got home.
The boy updated me with his college life last weekend. He also told me about his friends, and their girlfriends. Talking face to face is always better than talking on the phone, in my opinion.
Our house always feel warmer when our children are home.
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