“This time tomorrow, I won’t be doing the dishes and the next morning I won’t be taking Bahadur for a walk or any of my usual mundane routine stuff”, said my eldest, looking rather glum at the dinner table .
“But I thought you hated all these chores?” I butt in, trying to make light of the matter.
She was sad because this would be her first trip without us but was happy about going to Barcelona for a football camp.
She didn’t know how to react because she had worked for it and did her best to be part of the lucky 32 that be attending a 10 days football training but as the day drew closer, her feelings were playing with her. It was a big bag of mixed emotions.
“Are you sure you are my Asheesh?” I asked her because kids her age wouldn’t worry about missing their daily mundane stuff.
“Yea! Imagine no nagging ma to annoy you,” her little sister said annoyingly.
Listening to her speak about how she was going to miss the normal and mundane in her life made her sound so matured.
Perhaps she too feels that wonderful feeling my husband and I get each time we return home after our holiday or weekend away.
There’s truly no place like home.
Barcelona Chronicles continues…
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