Staying at my house for about a month my parents decided to go to my younger brother’s residence.

On reading this i remembered about my grandma, she too used to live like this way, months with us then to another son.
I used to wonder, "Why can't she always stay with us?" My bad luck was not to born in a joint family where everyone could live together.Our life kept us scattered into pieces to our own ways.Actually we can't help on it that's how life goes.

May Allah bless your mother and keep you guys always happy.