The family guitar leans against the Victorian couch in the fireplace room. The songs of the past ten months call out from Youtube and echo in our memories. The TV is off and the deep-throaty laugh that cut through the quiet for month upon month is silent. The washing machine whines away in the basement while upstairs two empty beds hug the walls of the front bedroom. In the center of my chest there's a small ache like hunger; I am not alone with that feeling here in the River Valley. The boys have headed home.
The difference? Now Alex and Peter have two sets of friends, two hometowns, two families, two homes... and in a real way, two countries.
We wish them well and send our love, always.
The difference? Now Alex and Peter have two sets of friends, two hometowns, two families, two homes... and in a real way, two countries.
We wish them well and send our love, always.