From the top of the hill, Logan stared at the house at the foot of the hills, a deep longing stirred in him.
It’s just a few meters to the place that would always remain home in his heart but was no longer welcoming to him.
He knew that they would be gathered around the table chit-chatting and passing the plates around.
In his minds’ eye, he could see the setting; he could smell the vanilla and cinnamon, he could almost taste his mother’s signature pecan pie and tears pricked his eyes.
Did they ever think about him? Did they miss him the way he missed them or were their hearts still hardened towards his choices in life?
When his dad stands at the pulpit to preach about love to his congregation, does his mind go to his only son?
Logan loves Greg his partner deeply, but he misses his family so much.
Sometimes, he wonders if the price of coming out of the closet five years ago was not too steep and he often finds himself in an emotional quandary.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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