Pass Go

Going home for me is like passing go in monopoly. Its necessary: the game, life does not function wthout it. When I pass go I recieve something of value, worth. It could be a car (as it was on this last trip home) but it is also the less tangible time and moments and love that I feel pulsing from my family when I'm with them. Its my little brother being strong and tall enough to pick me up out of the blue like I'm a toddler. Its seing the beautiful new family my oldest brother has recently been blessed with. Its time with aunts and uncles, grandma and cousins. These valuable gifts I recieve after passing go illuminate my heart and make me glow with so much warmth and love I hardly know what to do with them.