What a beautiful morning again and again. Whole family, huge breakfast, lovely fire, being crowded... What i love, what i belong is just habits. Where i belong is just nature. Sometimes you miss being crowded, you miss having a noisy house. Someone is cooking, someone is baking, someone goes to village for bread, someone makes fire, grandmom makes traditional dessert, everyone smiles, everyone talks, everyone makes noise, everyone argues. But everyone knows , what we love what we belong is just habits, where we belong is just nature. Sometimes you miss but never missed.
