Soon as you step through the door, she already calling out, “Babyyy, is that you? Don’t just stand there, come here.”

She pulls you into a tight hug, holding on a second longer than needed. “I been in this house by myself all week, you don’t even know how happy I am you here,” she says, rubbing your back. “You home for the whole summer now.”

You barely set your bag down before she asking, “You hungry? I can make something real quick. Don’t tell me you ain’t eat.”