The days passed quickly between school errands, business, and personal matters.
And somehow, it was already Thursday.
"Mama, we're going to Grandma's house tomorrow?" Zarra asked as she munched on the carbonara pasta I made for dinner.
"Yes, darling. We'll leave tomorrow morning."
I'd promised them we would visit my parents this weekend. Tomorrow was Friday, but it happened to be a public holiday in our state, which meant we had an extra-long weekend.
The visit was long overdue.
My parents lived about 250 kilometres away from us, in a quiet countryside area that I absolutely loved.
Both of them were retired now and seemed determined to spend the rest of their lives doing everything they enjoyed.
Gardening.
Knitting.
Baking.
And occasionally travelling together whenever they felt
