【reunion】The moment the door creaked open, a wave of memories flooded back. It wasn’t just a gathering—it was a reunion, a return to something long forgotten but never truly lost. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and distant laughter, as if time itself had paused just for this one evening.

People arrived in different forms—some with smiles that barely reached their eyes, others with stories etched into every line on their faces. A few had changed, their voices deeper, their steps slower, but the essence of who they were remained untouched. They came not because they had to, but because they needed to.

There was no grand plan, no elaborate agenda. Just a simple act of coming together, of rekindling what had once been strong. Conversations flowed like a river, sometimes slow and steady, other times rushing with emotion. Laughter echoed through the room, mingling with quiet moments of reflection. Some spoke of the past, others of the present, and a few dared to whisper about the future.

It wasn’t perfect. There were silences, unspoken words, and wounds that hadn’t fully healed. But it was real. And that, in itself, was enough.

In a world that moves too fast, where connections are often fleeting, this reunion was a reminder that some bonds are meant to last. Not because they are easy, but because they are worth it.

As the night drew to a close, the group stood together, not as strangers, but as people who had found their way back to each other. And in that moment, they knew: no matter how far they had wandered, they would always find their way home.