homecoming
After a long trip home, Cameron stepped off the train. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He glanced around the station, though he knew he would be heading home alone. He grabbed his trunk and headed on his way.
The advantage of living in London was that it was easy for him to get home. And after a twenty minute walk, he approached the door to his flat. With a small sigh, he went in.
The moment he entered, the sounds of home flooded his ears. He quickly made it to the kitchen, where his mother, father, sister and nephew were baking cookies.
"Hey," Cameron said quietly, announcing his return.
Nothing. His family seemed to be too preoccupied with the fact that a two year old was stirring a bowl, so he headed upstairs to his room. He set down his trunk and fell back onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling that had become so familliar to him.
The advantage of living in London was that it was easy for him to get home. And after a twenty minute walk, he approached the door to his flat. With a small sigh, he went in.
The moment he entered, the sounds of home flooded his ears. He quickly made it to the kitchen, where his mother, father, sister and nephew were baking cookies.
"Hey," Cameron said quietly, announcing his return.
Nothing. His family seemed to be too preoccupied with the fact that a two year old was stirring a bowl, so he headed upstairs to his room. He set down his trunk and fell back onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling that had become so familliar to him.