I took a deep breath before facing my brothers. Pushing the door open, I was greeted by the familiar aroma of my mother cooking in the kitchen. Her meals were what brought us together every evening. No matter where life took us, we always returned in time to savor her dinner.
A large family portrait hung proudly on the wall, the first thing every guest saw upon entering our home.
I walked down the hall, making a left turn, and found my mother exactly where I expected her to be.
She turns around with mittens on her hands when she spots me and her face immediately lights up.
"You're late," she says, scolding me gently. "Your brothers have been singing this song in my head for the past hour. What took you so long?"
I thought about saying I dropped Clara's sister off at home, but I knew m
