My parent’s home

I went to my parent's home with my wife yesterday.
Although I could stay in my hometown only for a few hours, I ate a lot of yummy stuff there.
They warmly welcomed us.
We said good-by to my parents and returned home in that evening.
Looking back on the day in bed, I realized that I'm being protected by them even now.


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