You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and
put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them
with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you
do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.
- Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth
When he opened his eyes he had to immediately shield them from a blinding light that overwhelmed him. Then he heard an annoyingly familiar voice, echo straight at him. "Wakey wakey, Time to get up!"
He couldn't resist but slothfully catch hold of a pillow somewhere around and cover his face with it.. But in vain.
The moments that followed were a mix of frustrated grunts and moans and fun-poking grins. How he hated to be back home again, he thought to himself.
Patrick, with his heavy eyes had a quick glance at his family, who were gleaming at him, just to make sure he was really there. Comprising of his parents, his father, was always too busy with his work-life that they hardly shared two words a day. His mother- clearly over protective and naggingly loving, didn't make life too easy for him either. Both extremes of the spectrum. To add to that pie was his annoying little sister ("Wakey wakey") who had a bizarre sense of humor. That's at least what he would pledge for. Over-all, he never, even at a fraction of a blink think that he would want to cherish all of this, once he was away from home, for two years.
The truth is, he really missed his family. These were the same imperfect, yet people in his life he couldn't do without. They missed him too, he could clearly see.
That, my dear friends, he couldn't deny, as he drowsily smiled back at them.
".. because you do not just live in a world, but a world lives in you."
".. because you do not just live in a world, but a world lives in you."
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