He's Home

Today is the day. My favorite day. The air feels different when I wake up. It feels happy.

We went to get him this morning. Dad carried him so carefully. Like he was made of glass. I walked next to him to make sure he was okay.

Now he is home. He sits on the little table we decorated. There are orange and yellow flowers all around him. And little lights that blink. He has kind eyes. And a big, round tummy. I think he looks like a friend.

I can hear the drums from down the street. Boom. Boom. Boom. It makes my heart beat fast in a good way. The whole world feels loud and colorful today.

Mom is making modak in the kitchen. The whole house smells good. Like sugar and flowers and something warm. It smells like a celebration.

I like to sit with him when no one is looking. I tell him things. About school. About being scared sometimes. He has big ears, so I know he is a very good listener. I don't feel so alone when he is here.

Having him in the house feels safe. Like a friend is visiting. A very strong friend who can fix any problem. It’s the best feeling in the world.