35/M |18+

One townhome up a sorta hill, that bends around into another street was one I took particular notice of. There was two rows of sandals, slip on, and regular shoes up to the stairs leading up to the front door. Off to the side was the double window into the living room, but it's elevated so anyone on the street can't look in. The sidewalk was lit up from the living room, and I could just hear a family laughing and talking. Arabic maybe, not great with identifying eastern languages like that.

And I was remember when I was a little kid, when my family all lived together. Grandparents, uncles, my aunt, my mother, little brother. We all shared a home. We would have big breakfasts together, lunches, and dinners. Everyone sat around for coffee and sandwiches. Debates, jokes, politics, and gossip. We were not well off, and I guess as a kid you don't really know this.