It was Friday night after a long week at work, and I was bored. A 4-day weekend lay ahead, full of the promise of unhurried mornings and sufficient rest. What better way to start it off by chillin’ at a mall?
Unfortunately, it was raining.
So I headed home.
Because I headed home, my dad opened the gate for me, umbrella in hand, waiting to shade me in. (Rare)
Because I headed home, I encountered my grandma and earned a genuine smile. (Rare)
There’s beauty and love in the boring bits of life. Don’t forget that.