Seeing my mom, my brother and my puppy, Linda. Visiting my grandmother. Waking up at ten in the morning to the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee, orange juice and a nice breakfast prepared by my brother. Watching TV and surfing on the internet while Linda is asleep on my lap. My puppy’s cute little face as she’s happily jumping around while I’m trying to put the leash on her to take her for a walk or when I fill her small plate with a delicious treat.
My mom’s happy face as she’s munching down on her new supply of sweets I just brought her. The house filling up with laughter, cheers and joyful barks after my mom and brother arrive home from work. Sitting down in the evening with a glass of wine to watch a movie together. The tasty home-cooked traditional meals and the unique french fries with grated cheese my brother prepares.
And last but not least, being again in my childhood home and seeing the neighborhood where I grew up, the schools I attended for all those years, the factory where I had my first job, my friends whom I grew up with and the bar where we used to hang out.
These are the real joys in life. There’s nothing like it!