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Family Time Drabble.
Category: Drabbles
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"Families are like branches on a tree, we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one." "Tío Benji! Tío Benji!" The high-pitched shrieks of his niece and nephew filled the air as Benji stepped through the door of his parents' home in San Diego. Before he could even get his bearings, two pint-sized tornadoes of energy came barreling toward him. "Hey amigos!" Benji scooped up six-year-old Liam and four-year-old Elena in his arms, grunts of exertion mixing with their peals of delighted laughter. "Getting too big for these famous Tío Benji bear hugs!" "We missed you!" Liam beamed up at his favorite uncle with an adoring gap-toothed grin. "Did you bring us souvenirs?" Ever the precocious one, Elena wasted no time in directing her big brown eyes at Benji with expectant hope. Chuckling, Benji exchanged an amused look with his older brother Mateo, who just shook his head with a resigned smile. "You're too much, ya little hustler," Benji teased Elena, ruffling her dark curls. "Benjamín! Querído, it's so good to have you home." His mother Isabela emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron as she pulled him into one of her warm, enveloping hugs. Breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume, Benji felt the stresses of his high-pressure job in L.A. begin to dissipate. "Gracias mamá. You know I can never stay away too long." "Your tía is almost done with the tamales," his mother said, waving a hand toward the kitchen. "Why don't you go help set the table for abuelita?" "On it!" Benji called over his shoulder as he carried his niece and nephew into the dining room, their delighted shrieks echoing behind him. No matter how far he roamed, these familiar sights, sounds and smells of home would forever ground him in his family's roots. Their love and laughter was his deepest anchor, the thing that untethered him from worries and struggles. And that was priceless.
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