sitting in the warm comfort br of our home, i squabble br with my little sister over your br newly-baked br apple pie, while putting all br knowledge of algebra br and geometry and whatsoever br out of my head. br br i like sitting in this old br room, scattered with my br old kiddy books and old br kiddy memories of br happy things. br even if it's to study br for another examination. br but biology doesn't go br with teddy bears and br googoo dolls; br i daydream. br br Then you come in, br all handsonhips br and br frownlines. It's too br late to be studying (or in br my case, trying to but br pathetically failing) ! br I (apparently) should br be in bed. Or else br I (apparently) will be br grouchy tomorrow. i giggle. br tuck me in, mommy, like br you used to. You grumble. br br i don't care how silly br you feel kissing a twenty-year-old br goodnight. come on. your defences br crumble and sighing, you br give me a feeble peck. i br return it with a huge bear br hug and grin like the br (crazy) cheshire cat, the br big cresent moon br gleaming in the dark. br br i breathe in your warm br talcum powder smell of br apple pies in the oven, br of rainydays, of br fairy tales and hide-and br -seek in the dark and br mother, i think i couldn't br possiblyfeel any more at br Home.