Rainy day in Suburbia

Out here once again. It´s quiet, the surroundings are really nice, but it still reminds me of so much from the past it´s kind of uncomfortable. I really wish my parents would move somewhere else.

I always think of Ss´mom when I pass by the building where they used to live more than a decade ago. I remember them, I remember her, the love she had for us kids, always a kind word, always being nice and above all, always tolerating all the stupid shit we did. Smoking in the balcony when we thought no one else was around. Coming over late for sleepovers, coming home smashed and totally giggly.
Those were the days.