We were in a hurry, almost late from a hobby that we have been attending since we were around ten years old, her mother was making us toast while she was changing her clothes in a room next to the kitchen and I couldn't do anything but smile.
Her home was practically a second home to me when I was younger and even though her house has changed place (twice) during the last few years the place is somehow more a safe-place than my own home is.
We were in a hurry, she was eating her toast with big bites and arguing a bit with her mother and I was smiling and swallowing down a laugh. Because it was the way everything was supposed to be.
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