Seize a home.

It was supposed to be a family meal. However, it was pretty much the same than eating alone. A long table filled with people side by side, yet it was impossible to sit face to face. As if it was planned in order to avoid what lingered for so long in their minds.


Indeed it was a broken family. They could be sitting there altogether, but the bonds and strings that tied them were long ago wrecked. The hypocrisy, banality, and emptiness of the whole situation made her tick. She wished in that very moment to be fully independent, to be away, to go solo, and that way, she hoped, relieve her loneliness.


Voices come and voices go. Conversation is evident, alive, eager, constant, yet empty. Everyone talks about other people's problems but their own. No one faces his or her reality but judges the one who sits on the table to the right. They start arguing heavily, and it turns out that it's about someone else's age. Ridiculous. She can't take it. The sudden urge to scream, cry, curse, being held and protected, having someone to lean on, it all struck her suddenly. She was impressed, overwhelmed, and determined.


The rush that took over her may have made her irrational, but the certain thing was that she had made a decision. And it was evident. Without hesitating, she grabbed her purse, stood up, and without saying a word, walked through the room, to the door. What hurt her most was, the fact that nobody noticed.


Out, she took a mouthful of fresh air, enjoyed every second of it, and started moving on. After a while, relief took her heart, and her face started to glow, due to a new feeling, happiness. She could see it, she was closer. Then his body emerged from the door, expecting her. He had seized for long this sole moment. She couldn't help to finally smile. She ran, ran towards him, and when their bodies met, she hugged him, with no fear, no doubt. She was finally home.