Its almost afternoon and it is time for them to come home. I grab the table cloth and lay out tiny plates painted with Disney and Pokémon faces. I need to be careful. Just the other day, I placed a strawberry cookie instead of a chocolate one in his bag, and he came home bawling like it was the end of the world. I have a long list of things to remember, and since I've been working on my memory, I am embarrassed on fewer occasions than before.
The bell sounded and I hastened to answer it, kicking aside all the Lego blocks that were left unpacked on the floor from the night before. Before I could reach for the knob, the door flung open. In front of my eyes was a beautiful sight, a sight I longed for after busy endless days in and out of office.
At merely two feet tall stood my little soldiers, bags hanging off their shoulders as if they'd returned from war. One with pigtails hanging loose from a rubber-band, her silky black hair reflecting the light above the door. Her long eyelashes flutter and her thick lips part for a yawn. The other little one looks at me with his eyebrows creasing in annoyance. His golden skin is now a darker brown, I'd imagine he was out for recess in the sun again.
They quickly drop their bags near the door and barge in, briefly hugging my long legs and racing past me to the refrigerator. From behind them walks my solace, my comfort, the love of my life. Long, sleek hair cover her face as she bends over to pick their bags up. She is wearing one of her cute dresses and flip flops. Her thin lips are smeared with a tint of pink and her eyes adorning thick long lashes.
I proceed to embrace her. I embrace the being that carries my heart. The being that houses emotions of happiness and fear, and memories of heartache and celebration. Her scent fills my nose as she rests her head on my shoulder. I pull her towards me, gripping my arms tightly around her small frame, and we get lost in the comfort of the embrace.