They walk through my back door, one by one. Some early, some late, it does not matter to us.
As they walk in, without knocking, food is placed on my bench and the children run down the hallway to find their friends.
Women stand in my kitchen, joining conversation that is already thriving, talking above the boiling jug.
Laughter fills the space, as my heart connects with others. I take a breath and feel peace, placing the mugs out one by one in a row.