Feeling at home

I am not talking about where I am now; I am thinking of where I was a couple of days ago – at Susie and Glenda’s houses. They are my first cousins and they live in the area where my dad grew up. When I got there and walked into Susie’s house, she was getting dressed so I just opened the cabinet door, grabbed a glass, got some ice from the refrigerator and made myself at home. It’s a good feeling when you feel you can do that.

It’s like that at Glenda’s; I’ve been staying there overnight for years. The morning I left, I delayed my departure; I really didn’t want to go – Heck, I’d be happy being Glenda’s HELP.