now that I have ventured out of my parents nest to the far off land of Edmonton it's always nice and slightly strange (being a visitor) to come home and stay in the 'guest' room at my parents place. I get special treatment when I visit, things such as my favorite home cooked meals and freshly washed sheets.
the best part about coming home are the blackberries that are waiting for me in the fridge. not because they are my favorite fruit but because to me blackberries = love. blackberries are my favorite treat to have in my cereal at breakfast. i know that no one else in my family enjoys them but without fail every time I'm home my dad has a big bin of them waiting for me. within 20 minutes of walking through the front door dad never fails to mention 'your blackberries are in the fridge'.
though it seems like a small gesture that could easily be overlooked, sometimes it's the smallest things that leave a mark on our hearts.
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