like Christmas

only better.

the early morning sounds of

bare feet on hollow floors,

tortillas frying, becoming my favorite food

one morning at a time,

sitting with my feet pulled up under me,

meeting your eyes every chance I get,

the hidden sun at the perfect angle and

you face lighting up,

welcoming me home for the first time.

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