Sometimes it is just a little tug. A little something tucked away at the back of my mind. A little twang in the corner of my heart.Other times it is a full fledged assault on my senses. With every breath I feel a pull, a yank, an almost tangible force willing me home. Home to my family. To the people who have known me, loved me, supported me every breath of my life.
Sometimes I humor myself and think that they need me. That I need to be there to visit them, care for them, support them.
But that just isn't the case.
I need them.