My grandparents are here. They may be staying for good.

When they gather around with my parents and aunts and uncles after dinner to discuss random thing like how much it would cost them the minor renovations in La Union, who died or who married who, I feel sheltered, protected even. It is like they radiate a feeling of security (at least towards me, without them knowing) when they get together. Their talks can last long into the night and I get good sleep always, when I know that they're just outside my door, laughing over everyday banalities.

There really is no place like home.