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The gold plated combination of characters that always managed to bring a smile to my face. With an arm full of groceries, I used my free hand to slide the key into it's place and twist.
Home.
The smell of food filled the air along with the sound of something sizzling..
My eyes trailed the kitchen countertops, scattered with ingredients and cooking supplies, all the way to the man who was hovering over the stove and prodding at something with a spatula.
Another smile creeped to my face.
I emptied my hands of the bags and wrapped my arms around his waist, propping my chin on his shoulder while my heels lifted from the floor.
"You're home early"
"What can I say.. I'm good with my fingers" he said with a smirk, but obviously still zoned in on his cooking.
He must of finished his phone repairs early. He was one of the best employees that they had after all.
Knowing better than to try and keep a conversation while he was in his craft, I pecked his cheek and moved on to putting up groceries.
Animal crackers on the top shelf with the rest of the snacks, dinosaur nuggets in the freezer, and some kinda of spice I had never heard to his hand.
I was in charge of the little things. He was in charge of the big.
We didn't have much but it was more than enough for us.
See, for most of my life I lived in a house. It was a rather big house too; 2 floors, a basement, 3 bedrooms, 2 and a half baths and a bigger backyard than any child could hope for. Yet this hole-in-the-wall apartment, felt more like home than that place ever did.
He was my home.
