NO one was at the station to pick me up. I sat there for an hour and waited. I felt empty. I could have taken a taxi, but what would the point be . . .I didn’t bring my key. Sorry me. At least it was warm sitting in the train station rather sitting outside on my steps, in the cold light rain and windy.
Welcome home -no-you welcome home. Mom it is good to have you back. No, it is good to have you back. Mom what are you doing here. Its my home, i live here. Mom we thought . . .Good enough, mom said, that explains everything. No mom . . .We thought you were coming home tonight. Thats nice . . .It’s only a seven hour train ride. Now where is the baby. Come here little one, gramma wants to have a big hug and kiss. Now that was great.
The baby hugged me tight and kissed my cheek and rub my arm. “Grammas back?” Yep. “Grammas home from friends?” Yep. “Gramma play cars?” Sure . . .We can play cars. “Miss you?” Yes, gramma missed you.
Then the excitement was over. Welcome home.