Nostalgia

Just as we stepped inside the house, I heard Karl whisper from beside me, 'Home sweet home." It was easy to take note of the adoration in his voice.

He was my cousin but, to me, he was the best brother I could ever ask for. When my aunt, after years of solitude, and a seemingly never-ending mourning over the loss of her beloved husband, passed away in a car accident, my dad had done everything he could, the fastest he could, in order to become his legal guardian. The ...