It had been a month away, but as she drove back into the city with her grandparents, Jenny felt happy. She had enjoyed her time away at her grandparents’ farm, and was returning with many memories to savor for a lifetime.
The freeway was chock-a-block with traffic again, cars as far as the eyes could see. Jenny saw that the market was on too. She could barely hear over the noise of the market-goers and the honking of the vehicles.
“What a ruckus! We should have stayed at the village!” exclaimed her Grandfather.
Jenny laughed. For her, this was home.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
10th May, 2018)