Fond Of...

He placed his hand on the door handle lightly and opened the door quietly, and there was everyone, waiting for him. He just got back from a long work shift. Everyone was sitting in their place in the dinning room, around the wooden brown table. His two sisters and parents have been waiting for him to arrive. They lit two candles on the table and served everyone's portion. The room was slightly dark and they were all quiet once he arrived, as they were waiting, to say the prayers with him before having the meal. He took off his jacket and placed it on the hanger next to the room's door, as it is cozy inside. Something that is not always related to weather, but the feeling of being around the closest ones. He waved at everyone and walked slowly to his chair to say the prayers before the meal.

On one of the hot summer days, he was standing barefoot on the wet sand. Looking at the ocean. Watching the beautiful sunset, where the sky is showing a relaxing texture of different shades of blue. Feeling the light breezes of air coming from that open ocean space and hearing nothing but the waves crashing onto the rocks that are close to shore while covering his feet for a second with every coming wave.

At that same moment, he had one thought in mind. It is more of a memory. The memory of the last dinner with his family. Just before, he left the country for work. He had a realization at the moment that, there are so many things in life that one can be fond of. But, being around close ones does weigh more. He knew that life can be so beautiful. But, it remains incomplete when their places are filled with void.