It is interesting when you listen to the sound of a home.
It is not the conversations, the voices, the words exchanged that compose the music.
Rather, it is the sizzling of an egg in a frying pan, the shuffling of house slippers, the typing of a keyboard, the scooting back of a chair.
This is what home sounds like.
And, when one member is absent, the score is incomplete.
For the fried egg is no longer shared with the occupied seat. And, the slippers no longer walk towards the keyboard typing.
Rather, everything exists for its own self.
The collection of sounds of presence create the sound of a home.