My Dad's tears at the airport as I stumbled out of the arrivals gate. My mum's beaming face when I got home. Hugging my brothers later the same day, and laughing on the porch. The crisp Melbourne sunshine in my face, staving off jet lag. Catching up with my parents and telling them about how I've been. Being looked after by them. My mum's home cooking.
Well, you get the picture. It's lovely to be home.
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