I woke up in a groggy state taking a moment to figure out where I was.
I was standing in an alley way, by a wall, under an overpass.
It was evening.
The city was one way and the other was darkness.
It was raining.
"This place looks kinda familiar," I said to myself as I walked to a door that was drawing me closer.
Maybe it was the warm light coming from the glass door; it felt like a sense of home.
As I walked through the sliding door, I saw the back of a sitting woman hunched over a small table against the wall.
She turned to see who had come inside and as we saw each other; tears started forming from her eyes.
Her appearance reminded me of my younger sister -- but much older.
"Sis, you look good," I said with a weak smile.
Those were the only words that I felt at the time.
Honest words.
I don't remember much of what she said as she embraced me as she cried.
I was barely able to keep myself standing.
I felt so weak.
I saw to the left of myself laying on a small bed; my grandmother.
I immediately recognized her but she was thin and hooked up to many machines.
"________," I said.
My face pained as I started sobbing.
"I'm here. I'm home."
She opened her eyes slowly and I saw that she couldn't see anymore.
Her eyes were lifeless but her mouth said otherwise.
She smiled as streams of tears flowed down her face.
I took her small hand and put it on my face.
"I'm here. I'm home."