Sometimes people like to forget, that togetherness also carries risks. It not only offers comfort, closeness, convenience, lightness or a sprinkling of enthusiasm. In unexpected corners, it also harbored inevitable differences, real and hidden conflicts, which from time to time could simply explode or even have to be detonated to create relief.
It might hurt. But isn't known pain always better than hidden pain? At least; if you know you are sick, someone tries to treat it, whether it is the self who is here, those who are there, or even the togetherness itself that will slowly heal.
Family is where we started, the home we should keep returning to, no matter how far away we are from it. The distance that often turns into busy life for each of us, all the work that never seems to end.
I always want to be the home where you come home, not just a place to stop by from your everyday life. The place you trust the most to show who you are; without burden, without obstructions, as is. The place where you most feel comfortable being yourself; no pressure, no coercion, free, as you like.