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My blue eyes sparkled behind my previously cut, short blonde hair, as they played “Your Body is a wonderland” by John Meyer here in this café where mother sipped her strawberry frappuccino slowly concentrating on the book she just bought. The smells, the sensations of the place soothed me, took me away. The service was quick here but not a riot quick, like a calm but hurried quick. They handed me my Java-chip mocha and I pay leaving them a tip. I know I didn’t have to but the cashier was working for minimum wage so I respect that and I don’t know, I just felt the need to leave it for her. I go to my seat take a sip and open up my sketch pad. Normally I only take it out when I’m alone in my room listening to Alesana or Three days grace but this café and the music really sets the mood. If I could I’d spend all of my free time here.

Soft but rough hands rest on my shoulder, I barely look up and see mom smile. Curiously I turn my back to find dad with his military coat still on. He’s home! He’s home! I repeated in my head. As quickly as possible, I close my sketch pad, place my mocha down and push the chair away to hug my dad. He had been gone for so long; I never even knew he had creases at the corner of his eyes when he smiled. I’ve always seen him slumped over his desk table stressing over high electric and water bills. I’ve never, in my teenage years seen him smile like this. Mom seemed to have felt the same; she had also gotten up to hug him as well. When I released dad he got mom and kissed her passionately smiling. Normally I’d feel all awkward but this moment was something to remember. And to think it all happened here in Starbucks.