I arrive home and as I open the door with bumps that feel like grains of sand just washed ashore.

Am I still welcome here

I feel as if a heavy metal plate has landed on top of me with all my hopes and dreams being crushed under the weight.

But as I look into the gleaming rectangular window I see my family waiting for me to finally open the door so they can see me

But they would be disappointed they would see me as if I was speck of dust flowing through the carpet waiting to be cleaned up

But in the end that does not matter cause I know they will still love me as if I was a bright sun over green fields