Damon
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over Naomi’s backyard as the late afternoon settled in. The aroma of the grilled burgers hung in the air, which mingled with the laughter and clinking of glasses. I loved these Sunday BBQs, which had become a tradition. A weekly gathering between friends and family. It wasn’t always at Naomi’s place, but I loved it here. I loved spending the day with people I considered family. I leaned back in my chair, as I savoured the last bite of my burger, while the warmth of the sun provided a nice break from the emotional roller coaster my life had been lately. The backyard was an oasis of normalcy and the gentle hum of conversations and the sounds of the children playing in the background offered a sense of comfort that I had desperately nee
